Rory’s POV
He needs me, he needs this, that’s all I can focus on as Marcus slides inside of me, his face contorted with grief and pleasure.
The rawness of his emotions physically hurt, I want to make it better, make HIM better in any way I can.
He stills suddenly, ‘s.hit, no condom’ he mutters, about to pull away again, but I hold him to me, not wanting him to leave, not wanting that barrier between us.
‘I have an IUD’ I tell him, holding his gaze as he stares down at me.
‘I’m clean, I f.ucking promise I am’ he replies, his gaze roaming over my face as though he is waiting for me to tell him what to do.
‘Me too’ I murmur, ‘so keep going . . I want to feel you.’
His movements are no longer hurried, it's as though, as soon as we joined together, and he could feel me around him, his de
