Marcus’ POV
I feel Rory ripple around me, her silk like walls gripping me as I slide inside her to the hilt. I have to still, just for a second, as the emotions of our connection hit me. I lean my forehead to hers, breathing in her same air as we stare into each other’s eyes, both feeling the same thing, that we are two halves, finally making a whole.
‘Marcus’ my name is a plea on her lips, and I am slain by her all over again. I start to move, thrusting in long, slow, deep movements, claiming her as mine, as she was always meant to be.
‘Damn princess’ I groan, every nerve ending on fire as I force my body not to do what it wants and just TAKE from her. I need this to mean something, this is us joining together on a whole new level. It’s not us f.ucking, I’m making love to my woman. Hon
