Chapter Eight

Marcus’ POV

I inhale deeply, I can’t help it, this woman smells and tastes like f.ucking heaven, something I blurted out before I could stop myself.

The thin red lace of her panties bars me from seeing what I want, and too impatient to slide them down her legs, I grab each edge of the scrap of material and tug harshly, my inner beast roaring at the sound of ripping fabric which is like music to my ears.

Ripping the ruined panties from her body, I finally get to see my prize and it’s f.ucking perfect. Neatly trimmed hair encompasses soft plump p***y lips, like a f.ucking garnish to the perfect steak and it makes my f.ucking mouth water.

I torture myself further though, refusing to dive straight in like I want to, instead, I press kisses to the inside of her thigh, ……