Ember POV

Ember groaned, rubbing herself against him, the thick head of his erection rubbing against her clit most deliciously. She leaned her head back and arched her back.

Marksman was a smart cookie, she had always thought so, and as he lowered his head to sip a nipple into his mouth, it confirmed her original assessment of him. His mouth was hot and wet and sent electricity zipping down her body to ignite her core. She had only just recovered from the previous orgasm, but Marksman was hitting all the right spots to bring her to another one, and quickly too, if her body’s response was anything to go...