Marcus’ POV
She stares at me for a second, before slowly relaxing her legs, widening them under the table as I nod approvingly.
‘Eat’ I remind her, watching as she does as I tell her, ‘is it good?’ I ask, ‘do you like it?’
Rory nods, a stifled moan on her lips as her eyes fall closed, her hips rocking slightly in her chair against my hand.
‘Greedy girl’ I murmur softly so only she can hear me, ‘
‘Greedy girl’ I murmur softly so only she can hear me, ‘so hungry aren’t you princess.’
My woman whimpers, her hands shaking as she tries to get her fork to her lips, eyes lidded as she breathes heavily.
‘Describe it to me princess’ I push, thrusting as deep as I can go inside of her as my thumb works her clit, ‘how good is it?’
‘So good’ she whispers with difficulty, ‘God Marcus, I . . I .
