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Marcus froze behind me, groaning as his cock seized. Then he rocked gently a few more times before finally stilling, his hands coming down on the marble next to my face as he dragged in big gulps of air.
    It took me a few minutes before I came down enough from my orgasm high to notice he was still inside of me, silent but shaking ever so slightly.
    “ That was incredible,” I sighed, rubbing my sweaty face against his arm in a loving caress. Everything felt blissful, like I was floating, even though Marcus’ softening cock had me solidly anchored. “Don’t think I’ll be walking for the next couple of hours, though. Damn.”
    A moment’s silence, and then…
    “ Did I hurt you?”
    His voice sounded odd—almost broken.
    I laughed, giddy after being fucked senseless and pumped full of endorphins, and planted a quick peck on his skin. “ ‘Course not. It was lovely. Ten-ten, would do again. Just not right now. Mind pulling out? I want to check if my legs still work.”
    He obeyed without hesitation, and I moaned softly at the sensation of being left empty and without the warmth of his body pressing against my backside. Gingerly, I straightened back up. Immediately my legs wobbled, and I grasped at the counter for support. Strong arms closed around me, and I squealed as I was hoisted up off the ground.
    Marcus held me against his body, bridal style, and I relaxed in his embrace with a happy mewl. He smelled like sex and cologne, and the warmth of him made my already jellified body turn into a liquid puddle. I smiled up at him, and was caught off guard by the look in his eyes. There was so much wonder, as if looking at me was akin to watching the sun rise for the very first time, but also something else. Something that spoke of possession and other dark desires that made my heart thump faster in my chest.
    Without a word he carried me into the bedroom and put me down in a luxurious pile of soft sheets and duvets before he curled up behind me.
    I fell asleep shortly after, feeling safer and happier than I had in a very long time.
     
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Chapter 5
    Evelyn
     
    It was still dark when I woke up with a start, heart pounding.
    I blinked to regain my bearings, disoriented from being ripped out of the deepest sleep I’d managed in a long time.
    A low whimper from my side pulled my attention.
    “ Marcus?” I whispered, squinting into the darkness in an attempt to see his face.
    Another whimper, louder this time, made me fumble for the light on the nightstand next to me. Just as the soft light bloomed in Marcus’ bedroom, another pained moan sounded from the bed.
    I turned and found the large man curled into a fetal position, clutching the sheets in both hands. His face was drawn into a tight mask, but he was obviously still asleep.
    “ Marcus, you’re having a bad dream,” I called as I rolled all the way over to him.
    He didn’t respond, and I grabbed his shoulder and shook it gently. “Come on, baby. It’s just a nightmare.”
    His lips parted and relief flooded me. Thank God. Seeing the powerful man so distraught filled me with unease.
    But instead of waking, a soft wail escaped his throat. I’d never heard a sound like that from a human being, and it made my heart ache as if someone had closed a fist around it and squeezed. Whatever he was dreaming, it had to be bad. Really bad.
    “ Marcus.” This time, I put all my strength into shaking him, rolling him onto his back in the process. Not a small feat, considering his sheer size. “Wake up!”
    His eyelids fluttered for a moment before finally, he opened them with a start. He stared up at me, a mixture of fear and confusion on his face.
    “ Shh, it’s okay. You were having a nightmare,” I said, curving my hand around his cheek in a soothing caress. Only when I touched his skin did I notice the wetness. He’d been crying.
    Slowly, awareness slipped back across his features, and he frowned and lifted his hands to scrub them across his face, erasing the