Page 74 of Ruthless Vengeance
For a moment, I let myself pretend that we are the only two people in the world, where nothing else exists but his strong arms curled around my waist, holding me close even in sleep.
Then a kiss is pressed against my shoulder, and a small sigh escapes me, my body instinctively melting into him.
I shift slightly, parting my thighs in a silent invitation and when Marco’s hand slides between them, a breathless gasp leaves my lips as his fingers find my clit, teasing me so slowly.
My breath catches, my body still sore and sensitive from last night, but I don’t stop him.
I never want to stop him.
I let out a soft moan as Marco moves his finger in a slow, torturous rhythm that has me writhing against him.
“Good morning, love.” He shifts behind me, letting me know he’s ready.
I can’t even form a response, not when his fingers are working me up all over again.
My body arches against him, and he groans as I press my ass harder against his cock.
“I need you,” I whisper as my pussy pulses.
He chuckles as he grinds his hips against me, his cock making me so wet I’m on the verge of sobbing.
“I’m right here,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.
And then, before I even have time to process, he slides inside me.
I suck in a breath, my hands gripping the sheets as he fills me inch by inch.
There’s no urgency to his movements as he slides his cock in and out of me. Just the slow build of pleasure as our bodies move together.
Marco presses his lips to my throat as his hands roam my body like he’s memorizing every inch of it, squeezing my breasts and my hips before returning his hand to between my thighs to start working my clit.
I moan softly as I move against him, crying out every time he sinks his cock back inside me.
And then his thumb presses down on my clit just right.
I come with a soft whimper, my pussy clenching around him, which is enough to send Marco over the edge.
He groans in my ear as he spills inside me, but he doesn’t stop. Not until we’re both covered in sweat and gasping for air.
Even after we’ve both come down from the high of our release, neither one of us moves. We just lay in silence with our bodies still joined, as the weight of something unspoken settles between us. Because this wasn’t just sex.
It was something so much deeper.
After enjoying breakfast in bed,Marco and I get on the road to head back to Westchester. I can still feel the lingering heat of Marco’s touch all over my body, and I’m deliciously sore between my thighs, and yet I could have easily spent another week in bed with him.
“I feel spoiled, having you all to myself.” I laugh as I thread my fingers through his.
Marco grins as he keeps his eyes on the road, but he lifts our joined hands up to his mouth and presses a kiss to my knuckles.
Having this alone time with Marco has made me realize how much I wish the future I’ve envisioned for us was happening right now.
I want it all—fashion school, Marco, more kids. But more than anything, I want us to have a place of our own where we can spend every night wrapped in each other's arms.
I love Marco’s family, I really do. Even in such a short amount of time, I’ve come to see them as my own. But I also know that living at Andre’s house isn’t a long-term solution. Eventually, we’re going to have to move out, and whether that’s to Marco’s place in the city, or somewhere entirely new, is yet to be decided.
Marco pulls up outside the house.
“Are you coming inside to see Zoe?”
