Chapter 3
The master bathroom was all black marble and mirrored walls. Rain continued to lash the narrow vertical window. Marcus set Elena on her feet beside the oversized walk-in shower and turned the water on full. Steam rose almost immediately. He stripped the remainder of his clothes with efficient movements, then pulled her under the hot spray with him.
Water sluiced over their bodies, rinsing sweat and come in equal measure. Marcus pushed her back against the cool tile, captured both wrists in one hand, and pinned them above her head. His free hand slid between her legs, two fingers thrusting into her still-slick cunt while his mouth claimed hers in a deep, devouring kiss. Elena arched into the contact. The water made everything smoother, hotter.
He released her wrists only long enough to soap his hands thoroughly. Then those hands were everywhere—cupping her breasts, sliding down her stomach, between her cheeks, cleaning and claiming at the same time. When he turned her to face the wall and pressed her palms flat against the tile, Elena knew what was coming.
Marcus kicked her feet wider. The head of his cock, already rigid again, nudged her entrance. He entered her in one smooth, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The water made the friction deliciously slick. He set a steady, deep rhythm, hips snapping forward, each stroke forcing a soft grunt from her throat.
“Still so greedy,” he muttered against the wet skin of her neck. “Taking every thrust like you can’t get enough.”
One soapy hand reached around to rub her clit in firm circles. The other stayed braced beside her head for leverage. Elena pushed back to meet him, the wet slap of their bodies echoing off the marble. Marcus increased the force until she was rising onto her toes with every impact. When he suddenly pulled out, she made a sound of protest that turned into a gasp as he pressed the head to her ass once more.
This time the entry was easier. He sank in with a long, continuous push until his hips met her cheeks. Elena’s forehead rested against the tile. Marcus fucked her ass under the hot spray with deliberate, powerful strokes, one hand still working her clit. The dual stimulation built rapidly. She came hard, crying out against the wall, muscles clenching around him. Marcus growled and followed almost at once, pumping another load deep into her.
He stayed inside her while the water rinsed them clean, then finally withdrew. Elena’s legs shook. Marcus turned her, kissed her hard, and guided her out of the shower. He dried her with a large towel in rough, thorough motions that felt more like further claiming than care, then led her back into the bedroom.
The bed was massive, dark linens already disordered from the earlier storm-driven drafts through an open balcony door. Marcus pushed her onto her back and climbed over her. His cock, still half-hard and wet, rested against her thigh. He reached down, guided himself to her cunt, and pushed in slowly this time—savoring the heat, the residual slickness of their earlier releases.
“We’re going to stay like this for a while,” he said, voice low. “I want to feel you get wet around me again. Then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t speak.”
Elena wrapped her legs around him and rolled her hips. “Then stop talking and do it.”
Marcus braced on his forearms and began to move—deep, grinding strokes that rubbed against every sensitive place inside her. The pace was slower than before but no less intense. Each withdrawal dragged along her walls; each return filled her completely. He watched her face the entire time, eyes dark, jaw tight. When her breathing quickened he reached between them and stroked her clit with exact pressure.
“Come on my cock,” he ordered. “I want to feel it.”
Elena’s climax built in a long, rolling wave. She came with a broken moan, inner muscles fluttering around him. Marcus kept the same steady rhythm through it, drawing the pleasure out until she was trembling. Only then did he increase the pace, driving harder, deeper, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room once more.
He pulled out near the edge, stroked himself twice, and came across her stomach and breasts in thick ropes. Elena watched, chest heaving. Marcus rubbed the warm mess into her skin with one hand, then guided his still-sensitive cock back to her mouth. She opened without being told and cleaned him thoroughly, tongue working over every ridge and vein until he was fully hard again.
Marcus pulled free of her lips, flipped her onto her stomach, and dragged her hips up. He entered her cunt from behind in one hard thrust and immediately set a brutal pace. The bedframe slammed against the wall. Elena braced herself on her elbows and pushed back to meet him. Marcus reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed without mercy while he fucked her.
“This is what you came here for,” he snarled between thrusts. “To get used. To get filled. To get marked.”
Elena could only moan in answer. Another orgasm tore through her, stronger than the last. Her arms gave out. Marcus followed her down, covering her body with his, still thrusting deep as he came inside her once more. The heat of it spilled out around his cock and soaked the sheets beneath them.
They lay locked together, breathing hard. Outside, the storm showed no sign of easing. Marcus’s weight pinned her to the mattress. His mouth found the side of her neck and bit down gently, then harder.
“We’re not done,” he said against her skin. “Not until every surface in this place has been used. Not until you can’t walk without feeling me.”
Elena turned her head enough to meet his eyes. The look she gave him was equal parts exhaustion and hunger.
“Then keep going.”
Marcus’s cock twitched inside her, already responding. The night stretched ahead of them, long and dark and entirely theirs.