"Oh--Marcus--God--"

Her voice cracked. Her nails raked down his back. He held her there, open, offered, and started to move--deep, punishing strokes that felt like he was rewiring her from the inside out.

"Say it," he hissed, leaning in, his mouth brushing her jaw.

"Say whose pussy this is."

"Yours," she cried.

"It's yours--Marcus--it's only ever been yours--"

"You want everyone in this fucking forest to hear?"

"How you bounce on this cock like it was made for you?"

He slammed deeper.

Her back arched, legs wrapped around him, and she shattered--again--clenching around him so tight he growled into her neck.

Every inch of him throbbed inside her, and her...