Marksman POV

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she breathed over and over again as Marksman continued to gently pulse into her with his fingers and lap at her with his tongue.

Then she was dragging his head up and away. He scrambled to his feet to avoid losing any hair, and she sealed her mouth over his, kissing him desperately. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, his erection thick and heavy against her stomach.

“I forgot to grab a condom,” he muttered, cursing himself.

Ember bit his bottom lip and pulled before letting it go and grinning. “Perfect,” she said, spinning him around and pressing him back against...