Cecelia's POV

The alarm kept blaring, red lights flashing but Marcus didn’t stop. He stayed on his knees, looking up at me with dark, unrelenting hunger, his lips still shiny from my release. Without a word, he leaned in again and dragged his tongue slowly up my center, tasting every drop of what he had just pulled from me.

I gasped sharply, my fingers tightening in his hair. My body was still sensitive and every nerve in me was tingling, but he didn’t care. He licked me with long, deliberate strokes, savoring me like I was something he had waited years to enjoy. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me...