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I try to snap my legs closed, but he anticipates my move and props them open, leisurely continuing his task.

“I’m not shy,” I grumble. A lie, but whatever. What can I say? This kind of attention throws me off kilter, but I’m not about to admit to it aloud.

Shy is probably a good description of what I feel, actually. I feel a lot of things. Surprisingly, I don’t feel regret, which I’m guessing from his expression was his biggest fear. Even though I’d sworn never to go to his bed, the truth is that I’d only ever imagined giving myself to Marku. I had only said that out of spite and anger.

“And there’s no regret,” I clarify because he deserves to know that.

He flashes me a boyish grin. My chest tightens at the old innocence in that look. After one last swipe with the washcloth, he waltzes over to the bathroom, giving me another front row seat to his sculpted body. Even his legs look good, thick with hard thigh muscles. I know exactly what his thigh feels like, rubbing between my legs. Great, now I’m aroused. I snap my thighs together before he notices.

There’s not much mystery left the morning after now that light is shining brightly from the two wide casement windows. I may not regret it, but I can’t deny that nerves are setting in.

How does this change our relationship? Annulment was possible before. Not so much now. I’m not even sure I want that. I’m not sure I don’t. I don’t know what I want. Everything feels topsy-turvy, and it’s too damn early to be thinking so hard!

Marku returns, slides in beside me, and wraps me in his arms. I puff out a breath of relief.That’s better.Warmth at my back again and his inquisitive, all too knowing eyes off me. Enveloped in his scent and his warmth, I wish we stay like this forever. His nose softly nuzzles my hair. My entire body hums in the most delicious way.

It’s strange to lie in bed with him, just feeling each other, sinking into each other’s presence, but after a while, my body relaxes and I let go completely. My skin prickles with hyperawareness. His hand slowly glides down my side, sliding into the dip of my waist and then up my hips. He grasps an ass cheek, jiggling it provocatively. I’m happy to just let him play, curious about what he’s planning to do. His hand leisurely coasts down between my legs.

“I knew it,” he says arrogantly when he finds my center. I push my ass into his groin and squeeze my thighs, clamping around his hand.

He chuckles into the side of my neck. “I like you in the morning. Soft and relaxed, and letting me have my way with you.” He licks up the side of my throat and drops a kiss behind my ear. “You have no idea how good you taste. Like masalaceai. Creamy, yet spicy.”

I giggle. “That has to be the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Mm-hmm…” he murmurs in agreement, unrepentant.

Marku slips out from behind me and swoops in between my spread legs, scooching down until his shoulders are bumping against the inside of my knees. He arches his back as he presses his hard cock into the mattress—it’s been hard since the instant I woke up. His glute muscles flex and bulge and my pussy clenches in response to the erotic vista spread before me.

Then I feel the first lick. I press my head into the pillow and close my eyes. It’s not the first time he’s gone down on me, but the first time on the rooftop in broad daylight was fast and furious; I only had flashes of sensations and then my orgasm. I was so angry at him for making me come that I didn’t let myself enjoy it to the fullest. This time, I want to take the time to feel every second of it.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groans.

I cover my mouth to muffle a moan, but he pulls my hand down firmly. “Nah, I want to hear every sound you make. I’m going to lick this pussy until I’m dripping with your juices.”Jesus.“When you’ve come down, I’m going to carry you into the shower and fuck you against the wall.”Dear God.“Not gonna lie, it’s gonna hurt after last night.” He lifts his head with a glint in his eyes. “Pleasure. Pain. Then pleasure again. Think you can handle that for a pre-breakfast snack?”

My mouth goes dry. Last night was about making love, but this was going to be a hard fuck. As pretty as last night was, I can’t wait for this. I nod my head jaggedly.

He drops his head and enthusiastically gets to work, licking between my wet folds. I’m still tender from last night, and the feel of his thick, smooth tongue is sublime. My chest heaves with a big gasp of air.And this is just the beginning. He has me writhing under the ministrations of his mouth, not letting up until I’m yanking at his hair. He teases my clit relentlessly. Sensations come at me from all directions.

I grind into his lips, riding his mouth, his chin, his jaw, wherever I can get friction. Finally, he thrusts a thick finger inside me, pumping inside and giving me just what I need.

It’s muffled, but I hear his praise loud and clear. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my mouth. Take what you need.”

“Marku. Marku.Marku,” I babble, distantly hearing my tone getting higher and higher as my climax hits. My vision narrows. My torso jerks upward as I come. Fingernails claw his shoulders, his back. He goes on and on, his hands firmly holding my ass cheeks, until he’s wrung every last sound out of me.

He rears up, juices dripping off his chin, and places a hand on the center of my chest to push me back down. Then he’s back, feasting on me as if I’d rudely interrupted him during his favorite meal.

After a few moments, I shove his head away. “Too sensitive.”

He chuckles into my swollen flesh and relents, pushing himself up above me, his hard cock dragging through my wet folds. He pumps the underside of his shaft gently. Before I have a chance to wrap my arms and legs around him, he bounds off the bed, dragging me up with him.

“It’s too early to leave the bed,” I complain, my body barely keeping up with his demands. I wobble on my feet and he sweeps me off the floor and carries me into the bathroom.

The bathroom mimics the pristine white marble that graced one wall of the family room outside, glistening bright with the light streaming in from a window. Everything is white on white. He places me on the edge of a soaking tub.

“Really?” I asked, tipping my head toward the tub. “Never thought of you as a soaking tub kind of guy.”

“The bathroom wasn’t originally made for me. I moved in once it was done because I couldn’t get any sleep upstairs,” he replies as he opens the door of the huge shower and turns the knob on. There’s a loud screech as hot water comes through the pipes. The glass wall immediately starts steaming up. There’s a marble bench inside, a mosaic in the center of the wall made of marble pieces in the shape of a coral reef, white with hints of pink, and four different knobs stacked one on top of the other leading to the wide chrome showerhead.

CHAPTER 17

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