Marcus and Marcella 4

Marcella’s POV

I wake up to a hand caressing my back, it is light and gentle at first. Then there is more pressure, and it becomes difficult to ignore the sensual feeling.

My eyes flutter open and it dawns on me that I am not in my shared apartment.

Marcus.

Memories of last night come flashing so vividly and I feel a trickle of moisture gush out of my core. The man had shown me a different world of pleasure I never knew existed last night. It makes me wonder what I had been doing with my exes all these years.

“Morning, Angel.” Marcus’ deep voice sounds beside me, pulling me back completely to my surroundings.

I turn to face him, my breath hitches as I find him smiling down at me. He is just so perfect and this feeling of waking up in his arms after a night spent feels right.

“Good morning.” I whisper, unable to hold his gaze. Everything about him is so intense. His confidence, his eyes, his touch…

“Why are you avoiding my eyes?”