The door closed behind them with a soft, decisive click.
William didn't turn on the main light. He only reached out and switched on the small lamp on the nightstand, flooding the room with a low amber glow that left most of the corners in shadow. Rain tapped steadily against the window. The rest of the house felt far away.
Candice stood just inside the room, still wearing Joshua's oversized black T-shirt from the morning. Her pulse was already too fast. William watched her for a long moment, eyes dark and unreadable in the low light, before he stepped closer.
He didn't rush.
He lifted one hand and brushed his knuckles slowly along her jaw, then down the side of her neck, lingering over the faint mark Joshua had left the night before. His thumb pressed lightly against it.
"He marked you," William said quietly. "I'm going to mark you deeper."
Candice's breath caught.
William's hand slid to the hem of the T-shirt. He didn't ask permission. He simply drew it upward, slow and deliberate, the fabric whispering over her skin. She lifted her arms without being told. He pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor, leaving her in only the simple black underwear she had put on that morning.
His gaze dragged over her body with open, unhurried hunger.
"Turn around."
She did.
William stepped in behind her. His hands settled on her waist, large and warm, then slid up her sides, mapping the curve of her ribs, the undersides of her breasts, the line of her shoulders. He unclasped her bra with quiet efficiency and let it fall. His palms covered her breasts immediately, squeezing with firm, possessive pressure. Candice's head tipped back against his shoulder on a soft sound.
"Sensitive," he murmured against her ear. "Good. I want to hear every sound you make tonight."
His fingers found her nipples and rolled them slowly, then pinched just hard enough to make her gasp. He did it again, and again, until her breathing turned uneven and her hips shifted restlessly against him. She could feel how hard he already was, the thick length of him pressing against the small of her back through his clothes.
William's mouth opened against the side of her neck. He kissed, then bit — not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to leave a mark that would darken by morning. He soothed the sting with his tongue, then moved higher and did it again beneath her ear.
"Mine tonight," he said against her skin. "Say it."
"Yours."
"Again."
"Yours, William."
His hands left her breasts only long enough to hook into the waistband of her underwear and push them down her legs. She stepped out of them. Fully naked now, she felt the cool air of the room against her overheated skin. William's clothed body remained solid and warm behind her.
He turned her to face him.
His eyes were almost black in the low light. Without looking away from her face, he began to undress. Shirt first — pulled over his head and discarded. Then the rest, efficient and unhurried, until he stood as bare as she was. Candice's gaze dropped despite herself. He was thick, hard, already flushed with want. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat low through her belly.
William caught her chin and lifted her face back to his.
"On the bed. Hands and knees."
The order landed low and certain.
Candice climbed onto the mattress. The sheets were cool against her palms and knees. She felt exposed, open, the position leaving nothing to the imagination. Behind her she heard William move — the soft sound of a drawer, the tear of a foil packet. Then the mattress dipped as he knelt behind her.
His hands settled on her hips, gripping firmly.
"Arch your back."
She did.
William's palm slid up her spine, pressing between her shoulder blades until her chest lowered and her hips lifted higher. The position left her completely open to him. She felt the blunt head of his cock brush against her, already slick from how wet she was. He didn't push in. He simply rubbed himself against her, slow and deliberate, coating himself in her arousal.
"You've been wet since the kitchen," he said. His voice was rougher now. "I could smell it on you all day."
Candice made a small, helpless sound.
William pushed forward.
The stretch was intense. He was thicker than Joshua, and he took his time, sinking into her inch by inch while his hands held her hips steady. Candice's fingers curled into the sheets. A broken moan slipped out of her as he finally bottomed out, hips flush against her.
He stayed there, buried deep, letting her feel every pulse of him.
"Breathe," he ordered quietly. "Take it."
She tried. Her body clenched around him involuntarily. William exhaled hard through his nose and tightened his grip on her hips.
"Fuck. You're tight."
He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, then thrust back in with controlled force. The drag of him inside her pulled another sound from her throat. He set a rhythm that was deep and relentless — not frantic, not rushed, but thorough in a way that made her thighs tremble. Every thrust bottomed out inside her. Every withdrawal left her aching for the next.
One of his hands slid around her hip and between her legs, finding her clit with unerring accuracy. He rubbed firm, steady circles while he fucked her, the dual sensation making her arms shake.
"William—"
"I know." His voice was tight with restraint. "You're going to come like this first. On my cock. With my hand on you. Then I'm going to flip you over and take you properly."
The words alone almost undid her.
He fucked her harder, the wet sound of their bodies filling the room along with her increasingly broken moans. His fingers on her clit never faltered. The pressure built fast and sharp, coiling tight in her belly. When she came, it tore through her with enough force that her arms gave out. She dropped to her elbows, crying out as her body clenched hard around him.
William groaned low and kept thrusting through it, dragging the orgasm out until she was shaking and oversensitive.
Only then did he pull out.
Candice collapsed onto her side, breathing hard. William's hands were already on her, rolling her onto her back. He pushed her thighs open and settled between them, bracing himself above her on one forearm. His other hand guided his cock back to her entrance.
He thrust in to the hilt in one smooth stroke.
Candice arched with a sharp cry. William caught her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, swallowing the sound as he began to move again — harder now, deeper, the control in his body starting to fray at the edges. His hips snapped against hers. The headboard knocked lightly against the wall.
"Look at me," he demanded against her lips.
She forced her eyes open.
William's face was tight with concentration and need, eyes locked on hers as he fucked her into the mattress. One of his hands found hers and pinned it above her head, fingers lacing tightly through hers. The other gripped her thigh and pushed it higher, opening her wider for him.
"This is what I wanted," he said, voice rough. "You under me. Taking me. Looking at me while I ruin you for anyone else tonight."
Candice could only moan in answer. Another orgasm was already building, slower this time but heavier. William must have felt it in the way her body tightened around him. His rhythm faltered for half a second, then grew more forceful.
"Come again," he ordered. "I want to feel it."
His hand slipped between them again, fingers finding her oversensitive clit and rubbing with firm, merciless pressure. Candice shattered with a broken cry, her free hand clutching at his back hard enough to leave marks. William cursed under his breath and fucked her through it, hips losing some of their earlier precision.
He pulled out suddenly.
Candice made a sound of protest that turned into a gasp when he flipped her onto her stomach, dragged her hips up again, and thrust back in from behind. The new angle dragged against a spot inside her that made her vision blur. William's hand tangled in her hair, not pulling hard, just holding, keeping her where he wanted her as he drove into her with deep, powerful strokes.
"That's it," he gritted out. "Take it. Take all of me."
Candice was beyond words. The only sounds she could make were broken, desperate moans muffled against the sheets. William's other hand gripped her hip hard enough that she knew she would bruise. The thought only made her clench tighter around him.
He reached around again, rubbing her clit in tight, perfect circles while he fucked her. A third orgasm ripped through her almost without warning, stronger than the last two, leaving her shaking and sobbing for breath. William's rhythm finally broke. He thrust deep one last time and held there, a low, guttural groan tearing from his chest as he came hard inside her, hips jerking with the force of it.
For several long seconds the only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the rain against the window.
William stayed buried inside her, forehead pressed between her shoulder blades, one hand still tangled in her hair. Slowly, carefully, he eased his grip. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the back of her neck, then another to the mark he had left earlier.
When he finally pulled out, Candice felt the loss of him like an ache. He disposed of the condom, then returned to the bed and gathered her against his chest without a word. His skin was hot and damp with sweat. One heavy arm locked around her waist. His other hand stroked slowly up and down her spine.
Neither of them spoke for a long time.
Eventually William's voice came, low and rough against her hair.
"You're going to feel me every time you sit down tomorrow. Every time you move. That's intentional."
Candice's eyes were already drifting shut, body heavy and thoroughly used.
William's arm tightened around her.
"Sleep," he murmured. "You're going to need it. The others won't wait long before they start wanting their turn to overwrite what I just did."
He pressed one more kiss to her temple, possessive and final.
Outside, the rain continued to fall.
Inside, William held her through the dark, thorough and certain, exactly as he had promised.