Chapter 8 Sated

Mara didn’t resist; she was used to this. She spread her legs instantly, a knowing, eager smirk playing on her swollen lips as she exposed her glistening cunt to him. Marcus didn’t wait for an invitation. He positioned himself at her entrance and slammed forward, burying his length to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
He didn’t need to be gentle with Mara, he knew how she loved it.
Hard and womb-shifting.