For the first time in a long time, Mila felt truly rested. She actually slept more than a few hours, didn't have to set an alarm, was able to just sleep in. Marcus's arms stayed around her the entire night and after their intense night, she was tired enough that not even worrying over Stella kept her awake.

Mila inhaled deeply, waking with her cheek pressed to Marcus's warm, hard chest. Her fingers splayed out low on his abdomen before curling around his hip to help her pull herself closer to him. She didn't know what she was doing with him. She couldn't really be with him, even if she didn't need him to kill her. It wasn't his world. She wished she could be in his world. The conflict was still very much alive in her mind but right then, her naked body against his, she didn't want to think about it. She wanted to enjoy the moment.

Marcus dragged a finger from her ass, up along her spine and back down. That touch was the reason she woke up. He was awake before her, watching her sleep. He desperately wanted to wake her up the second he woke up and coax her out of sleep, touch her until she spread her legs for him. He wanted to be buried inside her again, to run his hands all over her body, but she was tired and had been for a long time. He was aware she rarely slept enough, that she worked two jobs for Stella and almost never had time off. Knowing that left him staying right where he was, letting her sleep on him until she had been asleep for around a total of twelve hours.

Mila stirred against him, turning her head and burying her face into his chest. The action was so innocent, it made Marcus smile. She rarely behaved in a way he would say was cute but right then... He had to be whipped because the word 'adorable' came to mind and he couldn't remember a single instance he found a person he enjoyed fucking to be both as sexy as she was and also adorable. She let out a sleepy yawn and draped her leg over his waist, cuddling closer. It was a different side to her, a softer side. He wouldn't mind her being softer with him. He wondered why she wasn't. The only times she was soft was around Stella, but he enjoyed this soft side. He liked both her fire and her calm.

"You awake yet?" Marcus asked, flattening his palm against her back and sliding it down along her spine.

"Who's asking?" Mila mumbled, burying her face in his chest again.

Marcus's lips twitched upward and his hand went lower, sliding along her ass and making Mila's heartbeat accelerate. "My dick."

"Oh, well in that case," Mila said, lifting her head and giving him a smile that was all trouble. She loved getting into trouble a little too much but that was fine with him. If she kept getting herself in trouble, he'd keep punishing her. He wasn't complaining. "Tell it to say hi to your hand for me, I'm sure they're very familiar with each other."

"You're just a brat the moment you wake up, huh?" Marcus growled, his hands tightening on her waist and ass.

"That a problem?" Mila asked, gazing up at him, her hand drifting lower and teasing him as she rubbed his inner thigh but never touched him.

"No," Marcus said, his morning voice low and raspy as he held her against him and turned over until he was hovering over her, his fingers curling around her wrists and pinning them above her shoulders.

Mila stared up at him, her heart racing and her pussy clenching at the sight of him over her, the muscles in his arms flexing as he held himself over her. Her eyes traced the veins and tendons in his forearms, following them up to his biceps, powerful and hers.

The sudden possessiveness of him caught her off guard. She wanted him to be hers, but he couldn't be. They didn't even live in the same realm. He can be mine for right in this moment, she decided, bringing her knee up, setting her foot on his calf and running it down his leg as far as he could reach.

Marcus said nothing, his dark hair a disheveled mess and hanging around his face as he stared down at her. His taut chest she'd just been sleeping on seemed even broader in that position, his abs more delicious. He lowered his hard body down on hers, catching her in a kiss. Mila moaned into the kiss, her hands automatically reaching to pull him closer but he let out a low growl and held her wrists tighter. Excitement shot through her, leaving a warm pool between her legs as his tongue invaded her mouth. His tongue was far less demanding this time but still firm in its exploration of any motion that would make her lift her body towards his or make her release a satisfied sound.

Those satisfied sounds she gave, in any form they came, be it a whimper, a moan, a pleasurable sigh... Any and all of them were sounds he craved. They were like a sensual whisper, a caress somewhere deep inside him that he needed to experience again. It left him wanting nothing more than to stay in that bed until the end of time, worshipping her until those sounds were the only ones his ears ever remembered hearing.

He pulled back from the kiss, brushing his lips along her jaw, loving the way she automatically opened up for him with a lift of her chin, giving him more of her to taste. He dragged his tongue along her neck and she sighed softly, her knee coming up along his waist, her foot slowly making its way up the back of his leg until her leg was wrapped around him, bringing her bare pussy close to where he was hard and ready to take her over and over again.

Marcus moved down, his tongue tracing the hollow of her neck and down her collar bone, along the curve of her breast. He took her hardened peak into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, the need to take her again growing at the sound of her moan. He sucked on her, letting out a small, appreciative growl when she arched her back towards him, giving him more of her breast.

He sucked harder, his teeth grazing on the peak and making her whimper. He bit down gently and Mila hissed, her leg tightening around him, the scent of her arousal growing stronger. Marcus groaned internally and sucked harder, getting small whimpers out of her until he pulled back, dragging his teeth slowly off her nipple.

"Marcus," Mila breathed. His cock twitched. The sound of her voice was the most intoxicating thing he ever experienced. It had a power over him he was almost afraid of.

Marcus released her wrists but black tendrils took his place, keeping her wrists pinned as he kissed and licked down her body until he reached between her legs. Grabbing her knees, he pushed them apart as wide as he could before dipping his head between her legs.

Mila moaned, raising her hips to his mouth as his tongue circled and swept over her clit in a pattern that left her panting and whimpering, her toes curling into the bed. Marcus licked down, setting his hands on her inner thighs and forcing her legs apart as he sunk his tongue into her pussy, sliding it in and out while Mila writhed under him. More of her wetness pooled and he licked it up, finding his way back her clit and sucking it into his mouth.

"Fuck, Marcus," Mila whimpered, her wrists tugging on the restraints more because she couldn't keep her body still than because she wanted out. She didn't want out. She liked him taking control, making her feel good and allowing her a small break amongst the constant chaos and worry. Giving him control gave her a break, a moment to breathe and also be breathless while she was consumed in the most pleasure she ever felt.

Mila was nearly about to cum when Marcus stopped. She whimpered in protest and tried to bring her legs together but he held them apart, climbed up between them until his cock was pressed against her pussy, the tip pressing against her in a tease. Like he was just about to slip inside her but didn't yet. "You need something?" Marcus asked, dragging his nose along her neck, making her shudder.

"Yeah, your dick," Mila breathed, crying out when Marcus shoved into her.

The tendrils around her wrists vanished and Marcus's hands took their place. He pressed her wrists into the bed as he fucked her with long, deep, slow but rough thrusts. Mila cried out every time he fully sunk into her, hitting so deep that pain mixed with pleasure.

Wanting to invade as much of her as he could, he grabbed her knees and pressed them up against her tits, leaving her more open to him. The tendrils returned and kept Mila's wrists down while Marcus held her in place, thrusting into her over and over again. Every motion was a chase for her sounds and he groaned when the whimpers turned to little cries at their new position, letting him sink into her deeper.

Marcus's hands tightened on Mila as her cries became more desperate, her pussy clenching on him and her entire body tensing. Another deep shove into her had her screaming out his name, her inner walls constricting around him as she came. He groaned and with several quick, rough thrusts, he came inside her.

The tendrils holding Mila's wrists faded away and Marcus eased her legs down. Mila groaned at the movement, her body sinking back against the bed and wanting to go back to sleep for another twelve hours. Marcus watched his cum start dripping out of her and he committed to memory as he brought two fingers between her legs and caught the dripping cum. He stuffed his cum covered fingers in her mouth and she moaned, her tongue swirling around his fingers before sucking them both clean.

"You're capable of actually being good for me, it seems," Marcus said, narrowing his eyes at her as he slowly pulled out his fingers, taking her jaw in his hand and running his thumb over her lower lip. Her lips were so full, kissable, and fuckable. He couldn't get enough of them. "You just choose not to."

"What fun is being good?" Mila asked, a smile playing on her lips as she pushed off the bed and sat up, her lips brushing against his as she ran her hand down his back until she reached his ass. She surprised him by smacking his ass as she moved to whisper in his ear, lips brushing against him. "When you'll punish me for being bad?"

Marcus was stunned for a moment. No one had ever turned the tables on him like that. After centuries of being alive, he didn't think anything could surprise him but she did. She surprised him, challenged him, and reminded him what it was like to feel human. He barely felt human when he was a human all those centuries ago. His emotions were turned off so he could be the monster his father wanted him to be. They were only on again, human again, for a brief time and then shut off when his soul descended to hell. With her, he felt human again. Possibly more than he ever did as an actual human.