Marcus deepened the kiss, his lips moving expertly over hers, each motion deliberate, slow, and intoxicating. Samantha felt her mind surrender, her body melting into the sensation of his touch. His hands slid down her sides, trailing fire along her skin with the barest of touches, making her acutely aware of how much she craved him.
His presence was overwhelming, dominating her senses completely. As he broke the kiss, Samantha gasped, not out of need for air, but from the sheer intensity of what passed between them. Her lips tingled from the lingering feeling of his on hers, and she was left wanting more.
Marcus's voice was soft, but there was an edge to it, a command she couldn't ignore. "Samantha," he murmured, his fingers trailing down the line of her jaw, "You've given yourself to me tonight. Now let me take care of you."
