Chapter 8:

Eternal Claim

The cabin fire crackled low as mom finally went to bed, exhausted from her hike and the wine. I lingered in the kitchen, heart still racing from Marcus’s fingers under the table. He appeared behind me, hands sliding around my waist, pulling my back flush against his chest.

“She’s asleep,” he murmured, lips brushing my ear. “But you’re still dripping, aren’t you? Come here.”

I turned, kissing him hungrily. “Marcus, we’re pushing it. But god, I don’t care anymore. I came so hard at dinner with her right there. Your fingers inside me while she talked about family… it’s twisted. And I love it.”

He lifted...