Elena's Pov 

  

  His groan was low, deep, vibrating through me, sending jolts straight into my core. His grip tightened, his thumbs circling, pressing, teasing, drawing me higher, making my hips jerk and grind against him again and again.

  

  My thighs shook violently, my body arching off the bench.

  

  My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping hard, trying to keep him close, to anchor myself to him.

  

  “Oh God, Marcus!” I gasped, lost in the sensation.

  

  He pulled back only slightly, his lips glistening, hot breath ragged. “Look at me,” he demanded, voice rough, sharp, possessive.

  

  I did, and the sight of him hovering over me, so dark, so hungry, so...