Marcus groans low in his throat, both at EJ's eagerness and the sweet friction of her grinding against his thigh. Her responsiveness only whets his appetite further.
Lifting her easily with his bionic strength, he spins to pin her against the wide tree trunk once more. His mouth attacks her throat hungrily as hands roam boldly under top and bra, tweaking pebbled nipples into hard peaks.
"Tell me,"
he demands roughly between bites, rolling his aching hardness pointedly against her core.
"Say you want me to fuck you, right here against this tree where anyone could see."
His voice drips dark suggestion and primal intent.
But even as he pleasures her nearly to madness, part of his processor notes every response—learning to manipulate this conquest even deeper under his control.