That’s mine. All mine.
He covers my body with his much larger one, again pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. His other hand smooths over my forehead and hair. He brushes his knuckles over my jaw and kisses me gently.
Then he pushes himself inside me, starting slowly.
“Give me what I want,” I whisper.
He groans and buries his face in the crook of my neck, burying himself all the way inside me.
I whimper, rolling my hips up to meet his. He’s almost more than I can take, but I love this sensation of having my body owned by him.
Now he’s an unleashed beast, driving himself into me without restraint. I cry out, finally getting what I’ve wanted for so long. I urge him on, fighting his hold on my wrists at the same time.
It’s like trying to break out of iron handcuffs. There’s no give, and he’s fucking me the same way, with zero restraint.
His expression twists with satisfaction as he drives himself into me hard and fast. I want everything tonight. He’ll drive me wild with his mouth between my thighs and I’ll make him hiss and say my name as he unloads himself in my mouth. But first, I need this.
“Oh fuck.” He’s fighting himself, waiting for me.
That does it for me every single time. My body detonates, every part of me coming blissfully apart. He’s relentless, pulling every second he can get from my body before he finally buries himself in me one last time, tensing and groaning into my shoulder.
He kisses me softly before rolling onto his back, both of us breathless. I prop myself up on an elbow, tracing a fingertip down his chest.
“I enjoyed that,” I say lightly.
He grins. “So did I.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
He arches a brow, looking doubtful. “You sure about that?”
“I am. If you weren’t broody and completely controlled like ninety-seven percent of the time and irrationally impulsive the other three percent of the time, you wouldn’t be you.”
“It’s more like two percent. And I wouldn’t change a thing about you, either.” He props his head on a hand, gently brushingthe hair from my shoulder. “Drink to me with only thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine.”
I can’t even breathe for a few seconds. This is one of the moments I hope I remember with total clarity, so I can revisit it anytime I want when I’m old and gray.
“It’s from a poem by Ben Jonson,” he says.
“And you ... know poetry?”
He grins. “I took a British lit class in college. Otherwise, no.”
“You didn’t need any help getting me into bed, but that’ll do it every time.”
He kisses me so soft and slow my heart races.
“Get dressed and meet me outside,” he says, sitting up and grabbing his pants.
“I ... what?”
He shoots me a grin. “Or grab a blanket, whatever.”
Now that I know we’re being watched by satellite, I go the clothes route. I don’t have anything to clean myself up with, but a blanket gets the job done.
When I crawl out of the tent, Marcus is standing at the shoreline, water lapping at his bare toes. The moon is bright tonight, the sky filled with twinkling stars and hardly any clouds.
I go to him and he puts an arm around my waist. We watch the ocean for a few silent seconds, and then he turns, easing my shoulder to the side so I turn, too.
