Marcus’s hand was firm on Elena’s back as he guided her down the corridor toward his cabin. Her legs were still shaky from the intense orgasm, her black dress wrinkled and her thighs slick with arousal.
“You’re trembling, baby,” Marcus murmured, his voice low and teasing as he swiped his keycard.
“Vacation freedom looks good on you,” he said, pulling her inside and kicking the door shut. “No rules out here. Just you, me, and the sea watching us f**k like animals.”
Elena laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he shoved her against the wall and kissed her. His hands roamed everywhere, squeezing her ass, hiking her dress up again, fingers dipping back into her soaked p***y.
“Still so wet for me,” he growled against her mouth. “My dirty little cruise slut. Get on your knees
