Sarah POV
“Any emotional attachment to this dress?” Marcus rasped out, standing before her.
“No, why?” She asked. The words had only just left her lips when Marcus ripped the skirt in two, freeing her legs of the garment. His large, rough hands, roamed up her legs until he reached her hips. He gripped them tightly, squeezing them.
“Hmm, these hips…” Marcus hummed, kissing down her throat, as he massaged her flesh roughly, before moving down to her thighs, “and these thighs,…they’re so delicious,” He whispered, with his soft lips pressed against her skin. Marcus continued his trail until her reached her marking spot. The moment he nipped at the sensitive flesh, Sarah let out an involuntary moan.
“Ah ah ah, what did I tell you would happen if you didn’t say my name?” Marcus reprimanded.
