Her legs knotted above his shoulder, instinctively pressing him firmer against her womanhood, but it only intensified his assault. Scarcely stopping for breath. The control he held over her body was unmatched, unswayed. His spare hand rose to play with her breasts and hardened nipples, squeezing and rubbing at them, and it only elicited deeper pleasure from within her.
“I want… you to… watch me,” Marcus whispered between his kisses.
Before her eyes, his handsome face pressed between her legs brought an intense feeling to her core, but as her eyelids eventually fluttered shut once more, she felt herself storming towards a peak, its pace only matched by the frenzy of her moans. Marcus’ gasps seemed to mirror hers also, and before she could warn him of the impending pinnacle she was racing toward, his hand released her breasts, and his fingers slipped into her slickness at a tantalizingly quick rhythm. She squirmed, but her wrists couldn’t come loose from his iron grasp.
“I…” she moaned in a pitch so low, she couldn’t recognize her own voice. “I can’t… I’m… I’m going to…”
But before she could utter the rest of her sentence, a wave of sensations, like the rush of a cascading waterfall, swept over her. Her body convulsed in pleasure-filled agony, and the world around her seemed to dissolve, fading into oblivion. Each breath that escaped her lips brought with it the subtlest intonations of satisfaction, as each was laced with only one name, Marcus.
He looked up at her beyond hooded eyes, and he raised to kiss her panting lips, stealing each breath from her once more. Then his face lowered, down her neck, caressing its way down her collarbone, before settling on her breasts. She held his face against her there, the rising and sinking of her chest against him bringing her to tranquility. It was perfect.
He allowed her a moment’s rest before he tore himself away from her again and gazed into her soul through her eyes.
“I’m not done with you…not yet,” he growled in a low voice that morphed into a rumble of thunder that followed a prior flash of lightning overhead. Goose pimples erupted all over Selina’s pale, bare skin, and she bit her lower lip at her lover, nodding silently, acquiescing. All her life, she had wished for agency, to be independent, but now, before the demigod of a man before her, she could only bring herself to accept all his demands.
He once again pulled back slightly from where she lay, his body still atop hers, knees to either side of her waist, holding her down. His hands shuffled with the buttons of his breeches before releasing himself from them one leg at a time, revealing his burly thighs, and then calves.
As much as Selina tried, and at first, succeeded, in refraining from watching him in this act, her gaze kept irresistibly being drawn back. It wasn’t long before she lost that battle and it proved too much. His glorious manhood came into full sight, and her core pulsed in both fear and anticipation of what was to come next.
Acting on pure instinct, she parted her legs, allowing his body to touch hers. Her face fell back, and the rain seemed to seep through the roof as a single droplet fell against her closed eyelid, and then another against her forehead. And then another, and another, until it all suddenly stopped. A hand that felt sculpted from cold marble stone, encircled around the nape of her neck, tilting her head a little for the lips that soon came pressing against her own. Her mouth opened and a questing tongue found its way inside, which she nipped teasingly at. Before long, their lips parted.
“Open your eyes, Selina,” Marcus whispered.
Her eyelids flickered open, and she found her face shadowed by the beauty of Marcus, his tousled hair, his devilishly handsome face, and his deep black pupils that she could sink into.
Her palm flattened against his muscular pectorals, and she leaned up a little to kiss him and bite down on his unyielding skin there. Then, her fingers traced a delicate contour across his chest, before drifting lower and lower, to where their bodies were inches away from joining. “Make me yours,” she finally breathed.
Through Selina's eyes, the world seemed to narrow down to just her and Marcus, their bodies pressed together in the dark cottage. Rain continued to patter softly on the roof, its rhythm mingling with the sound of their breaths. Her legs wrapped around him, inviting him closer, as his length teased the entrance of her womanhood. The sensation grew too much for the two of them, and she pressed down her hips.
"Are you sure?" Marcus whispered, his voice laced with concern for Selina's comfort.
Selina nodded, her blue eyes glistening with equal parts passion and vulnerability. "Yes," she breathed, her fingers digging into his back. “I… I want this, I want you.”
With exquisite care, Marcus began to move, each thrust slow and measured as if testing the limits of her body. Her breathing hitched and her grip tightened as she adjusted to this new, overwhelming sensation, never having experienced anything like it before. She could feel his length stretch her in ways that had her squirming in equal parts pleasure and agony. A few stray droplets of rain found their way through the leaking ceiling, speckling her heated skin, but doing little to cool the fire burning in her core.
In time, Selina's initial discomfort gave way to a mounting pleasure that left her gasping, her nails running along the planes of Marcus' shoulders and back. "Marcus," she moaned, “Give me everything…”
Emboldened by her response, Marcus picked up the pace, his movements growing more confident and assertive. His hands roamed over her body, teasing her nipples and hips, stoking the fire that burned within her. Selina arched her back, offering herself completely to the man who had stolen her in more ways than one.
"Selina," Marcus groaned, his dark eyes filled with raw desire and something deeper, perhaps even tender. "You're a goddess."
Their bodies stirred in harmony, a dance of passion and love that seemed to defy the boundaries of their very existence. Selina felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, her body trembling with need as Marcus awakened sensations inside her she had never known she could feel.
"Marcus," she whispered again, this time a plea for release, her voice barely audible over the drumming rain.
Marcus, sensing Selina's growing confidence, gently lifted her and spun them around until he was lying on his back and she was straddling him.
"Take control, my love," he encouraged her, his voice husky with desire. "Show me how you want it."
Selina hesitated for a moment, then planted her hands against his steel abdomen and began to grind her hips slowly, finding a rhythm that matched her body's own needs. With each movement, she grew bolder, riding him in earnest now as she felt a powerful surge of pleasure taking over her senses.
The cold raindrops now splattering rapidly against her flushed skin contrasted sharply with the fiery intensity of their connection, leaving her shivering with delight.
Selina moaned, her blue eyes locked onto his as she dug her nails into his muscular chest. Hearing the sounds he made – groans of pleasure that seemed almost pained – only served to arouse her further, driving her to push herself harder, faster, deeper.
"God, Selina," Marcus gasped, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried to keep up with her frantic pace. "You're incredible."
Feeling bold, Selina leaned forward, capturing his lips with hers as they continued their sensuous dance. The taste of him, a mixture of sweat and need, intoxicated her, making her dizzy with excitement.
