Chapter 5: The Flood of Ecstasy

The night wrapped around them like a lover’s greedy arms, shadows dancing on the walls from the faint glow of the streetlamp sneaking through the blinds, turning their skin into maps of light and dark where sweat gleamed like dew on fevered flesh. Elena’s body hummed, a live wire still sparking from the chains of their last frenzy, her wrists tender from the scarves that had bound her earlier—no, wait, it was his wrists she’d tied, but the memory blurred in the haze of orgasms that had crashed like waves, one after another, leaving her pussy raw, swollen, dripping with the evidence of his claims. Marcus lay beside her, chest rising and falling in slow rhythm, his cock—thick even in repose—curved against his thigh, smeared with her juices, a silent promise that the fire hadn’t died, only banked for the next blaze.

She rolled toward him, thigh draping over his, feeling the coarse hair there tickle her smooth skin, her mound pressing against his hip, slick lips parting slightly to kiss his warmth. A soft moan escaped her as she ground subtly, clit throbbing back to life, the ache a sweet torment that begged for more. His eyes fluttered open, dark lashes framing that hungry gaze, lips curving into a smirk that made her core clench. “Can’t sleep?” he murmured, voice rough as sandpaper on silk, hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair, pulling her mouth to his in a kiss that tasted of salt and sin—their mingled flavors lingering like a forbidden wine.

The kiss deepened, tongues dueling lazy at first, then fierce, teeth nipping, breaths mingling hot and urgent. His free hand cupped her breast, thumb circling the nipple until it peaked hard, a pebble under his touch, sending jolts straight to her clit. She arched into him, nails raking down his chest, leaving red trails that beaded with tiny drops of sweat, her body awakening fully now, bladder pressing with that familiar fullness from their endless play, adding an edge of urgency that made every sensation sharper, more electric. “I need you again,” she whispered against his lips, hand wrapping around his cock, stroking slow from base to tip, feeling it swell in her grip, veins pulsing like a heartbeat under velvet skin.

He growled low, flipping her onto her back with effortless strength, body covering hers like a blanket of muscle and heat, cock nestling between her thighs, sliding along her slick folds without entering, teasing her entrance with the blunt head. “You’re insatiable,” he rasped, biting her neck just below the ear, sucking hard enough to draw blood to the surface, a bruise blooming like a lover’s mark. She gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him closer, but he resisted, rocking against her clit instead, the friction building fire low in her belly, her arousal coating him like oil.