Chapter 5

The kitchen counter was cold black stone. Marcus lifted Elena onto it as if she weighed nothing, spread her thighs wide, and stepped between them. His cock stood rigid and slick. He rubbed the head through the wetness between her legs, then pushed in with one continuous thrust until he was fully seated.

Elena’s hands braced behind her on the counter. Marcus gripped her hips and began to fuck her in deep, powerful strokes. The angle let him watch every expression that crossed her face—the way her lips parted, the flush that spread down her throat, the way her eyes…