Mia;

"Food. Water. Bathroom breaks," he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "Otherwise, you're not leaving this room."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

We spent the next hour just exploring each other. Slow kissing that turned heated. His mouth on my tits, sucking and biting until I was squirming beneath him. My hands learning every inch of his body—the scars, the muscles, the spots that made him groan.

When he was hard again, he took me slow that time. Missionary, his eyes locked on mine, watching my face as he filled me over and over. It was almost tender, the way he kissed me while he fucked me, his hands cradling my...