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She nods her head.
I retract my hand, causing her to gasp. I rise from the table, take her hand, and lead us back to our room.
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Gigi
The door of our suite is barely shut before pieces of clothing are flying across the room.
His forehead against mine, his steps deliberately guide me to his room. “I love you, Gigi.”
“I love you so much, Marcus.”
He breaks our kiss. “You’re my best friend.”
“You’re my best friend, too,” I say breathlessly as he reaches behind me, unzipping my dress.
We stumble across his room until we reach the bed, and I fall back onto the mattress. He slides my dress down my body, leaving me naked. He takes his shirt off, and when his shorts drop, his cock springs free from his briefs and my legs spread atthe sight of him. He grips himself, making long strokes until I see the tip glistening in the light of the room.
“Look at you. Spread and ready for me.”
“Get over here before I die.”
His body covers mine, his hard length teasing my entrance. His eyes fixed on mine, he slides in at a gloriously slow pace. Once he begins to move, my head falls back on the mattress and I lose myself in the feeling.
“I’m so full. I think I feel you everywhere.”
“Fuck, Gigi, I want to spend forever buried in you.”
He lowers himself onto his forearms, kissing me with the same intensity as his cock inside me—deep, purposeful, claiming. His hips thrust steadily, each movement slamming his body against my clit. His breath is hot against my skin, and my fingers tangle in his hair. I can’t control the sounds escaping my lips.
When he raises up, lifting my ankles onto his shoulders, he quickens the pace. His hips move faster now, and at this new angle, he feels even deeper. It doesn’t take long before my body tenses, my walls tightening around him.
“God, Marcus, I’m almost there.”
“Yes, G. Shit, you’re so tight right now.”
I grab his arms like I need an anchor to keep me in this room as I come. The feeling of ecstasy washes over me. It’s unlike any orgasm I’ve felt before, going on for what feels like forever.
“That’s it, princess, milk my cock.” He says it like a command and praise in the same breath. He slams into me harder as I regain my awareness before pulling out and coming on my stomach.
His breaths are heavy. “You look so beautiful fucked and painted.”
He looks down at his artwork and smiles before running a finger through the mess on my skin.
“W. I. F. E,” he spells out, pausing between each stroke of his finger.
I don’t take my eyes off his face, flushed, eyes bright and aware, then I respond, “Yours.”
He leans down to kiss me, then whispers against my lips, “Mine.”
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Gigi
The girls and I are getting ready in the suite Marcus and I are sharing, while the guys are over in Linc and Melonie’s room. Marcus mentioned that we have bride and groom quarters reserved in the wedding facilities at the resort, but we decided to stick to our rooms to avoid lugging bags and outfits across the property. We’ve finished a bottle of champagne as our hair and makeup were finished, and now we’re getting dressed.
I’m getting married today.
