By the fourth day, the hunger between Marcus and Sophia had grown into something wild and unstoppable. They barely left the bed except to eat or shower. David’s return was delayed again, giving them even more time, and they used every minute to explore each other with zero boundaries.
That morning, after another slow, sleepy f**k, Marcus disappeared into Sophia’s room and came back with one of her long silk scarves. He held it up, a dark smile on his face.
“Hands together,” he said, voice low and commanding.
Sophia’s heart raced with excitement. She held her wrists out in front of her. Marcus wrapped the soft silk scarf around them loosely, just tight enough to keep her from pulling free, then tied it gently to the headboard above her head. She was stretched out on her back, completely
