Chapter 42 Spent

• Marek’s POV
• The air in the room was thick, heavy with sweat and the raw scent of cum.
• My chest heaved against the sheets, sticky with my own release, and every muscle in my body still trembled from the orgasm he’d ripped out of me with nothing but his fingers and that wicked mouth. I could feel the wet slide of his spit and the lube cooling between my thighs, the way my hole fluttered, empty and aching, desperate to be filled again.