MARCUS’ P O V
‘‘I want you…’’ I whispered into her ear as I kept massaging her breast, my voice full of love and desire, hoping she could feel what I really felt for her.
‘‘Marcus…’’ she moaned quietly, and I smiled as I gently turned her around to face me and immediately crashed my lips against hers, silencing her.
I kissed her hard and fiercely, pulling her into me. My fingers wrapped around her hair, and only when it’s hard for her to breathe that I broke the kiss.
‘‘Fuck! I want you so much, Felicia…’’ I said, and she stared at me for a few moments before she hugged me tightly, burying her face in my chest, but I lifted her chin, trying to read what’s on her mind, but it was too dark to see what she was thinking.
I groaned as I kissed her with passion, and I felt her kiss me back, our lips moved in sync to the rhythm of the music that only the two us could hear.