The sun was already high in the sky when I stirred from a deep, dreamless sleep. A faint grimace tugged at my lips as I shifted, feeling the slight soreness between my thighs, a delicioous, throbbing ache that reminded me of everything he did to me last night.
But honestly? No complaints here.
What was there to complain about?
Marcus had ruined me, in the most glorious, sinful, unforgettable way lossible.
A soft smile curled on my lips as I felt the warmth of his body pressed against my back. His powerful arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, and one of his strong legs was tangled between mine, locking me in place like I belonged nowhere else but right here.
With him.
"Good morning, Foxy."
His raspy, just-woke-up voice sent a shiver down my spine.
"Morning… Your highness."
I murmured back, my voice hoarse and soft as I rubbed my back lazily against his bare chest.
He shifted behind me, and I immediately felt the thick hardness of him pressing against my backside.
