Elsa

I can't move. I sprawl on top of Marcello, my muscles quivering like jelly. That had been the best, most intense sex of my life. It was like he knows what I want better than I do.

You like it rough and mean, just like I do.

Yes, I suppose I do.

It is more than that, though. It is Marcello. He turns me inside out, makes me do and say things I never would otherwise. Then he rewards me in return. There are no losers, because I make him crazy, too.

His hand sweeps down my back, tracing out my spine. I smirked against his chest.

"I thought...