The celebration after telling Felicia everything turned into something primal.
We barely made it to the bedroom. She was on me the moment we stood, her mouth hot and demanding against mine, hands tearing at my shirt with desperate urgency. I responded in kind, spinning her against the wall, one hand fisting in her platinum hair while the other gripped her hip.
"Fuck," she gasped against my lips, "I've wanted to do this since you showed me everything. Since I saw inside your head and knew you were really mine."
"I am yours," I growled, biting down on her neck hard enough to make her moan. "Always have been."
My hands found the hem of her shirt and I yanked it over her head, revealing the black lace bra underneath. She wasn't wearing much else—just panties and those long, perfect legs that I'd fantasized about wrapped around me.
"Bedroom," she breathed. "Now. I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
I didn't need to be told twice.
I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her down the hall. She was already working on my belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle in her eagerness. By the time we reached the bed, my shirt was gone and her hands were sliding into my pants.
"Jesus Christ, Marcus," she moaned as her hand wrapped around my cock. "I need this. Need you."
I dropped her onto the bed and she bounced once, looking up at me with those green eyes dark with lust. I finished stripping while she watched, her hand already sliding between her legs, touching herself through the lace.
"Take those off," I ordered, nodding at her bra and panties.
She smirked. "Make me."
I was on her in an instant, flipping her onto her stomach and pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other unhooked her bra. She arched beneath me, grinding her ass against my cock, and I bit back a groan.
"Tease," I muttered, yanking her panties down her legs.
"You love it," she shot back, but her voice was breathless.
I released her wrists and flipped her back over, taking in the sight of her spread out beneath me—platinum hair wild on the pillows, skin flushed, nipples hard, and pussy already wet and ready.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I said.
"Stop talking and fuck me already."
I positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She was so wet I could feel it, hot and slick and perfect.
"Say it again," I demanded, not pushing in yet.
"Fuck me," she repeated, her hips bucking up toward me. "Come on, Marcus, I need—oh fuck!"
I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. She was tight and hot and absolutely perfect, her pussy clenching around me as I filled her completely.
"Holy shit," she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Yes, fuck, just like that."
I started moving, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, hard and deep. She met me thrust for thrust, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper.
"Harder," she demanded. "I'm not going to break. Fuck me harder."
I obliged, increasing my pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with our heavy breathing and her moans. I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples between my teeth, and she cried out, her pussy clenching even tighter around me.
"That's it," I growled against her breast. "Let me hear you. Let the whole fucking building know who's making you feel this good."
"You are," she gasped. "Fuck, Marcus, you're so deep. Don't stop, don't fucking stop."
I had no intention of stopping. I shifted angles slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside her, and her back arched off the bed, a string of curses falling from her lips.
"Oh god, oh fuck, right there. Marcus, I'm gonna—"
"Come for me," I commanded, one hand moving between us to rub her clit in tight circles. "Come on my cock, Felicia. Let me feel it."
She shattered, her orgasm hitting her hard enough that she screamed my name, her pussy spasming around me, milking my cock. The sensation was almost too much, but I held on, fucking her through it until she was trembling beneath me.
"Your turn," she panted, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "I want to feel you come inside me. Fill me up."
That did it. I thrust into her one more time, deep and hard, and came with a groan, spilling myself inside her. She held me close, her legs still wrapped around me, both of us breathing hard.
We lay tangled together afterward, sweaty and satisfied. Felicia traced patterns on my chest with one finger, her head resting on my shoulder.
"That was intense," she murmured.
"You're intense," I replied, pressing a kiss to her hair.
"Mmm. We should do that again. Soon."
"Give me ten minutes."
She laughed, a genuine, happy sound. "I love you, you know. Even though you're a mind-controlling psychic from another world who's planning to build a harem and fight cosmic threats."
"I love you too. Even though you're a thief with a penchant for danger and terrible taste in men."
"Hey," she swatted my chest playfully. "You're not terrible. You're actually pretty fucking great."
"Just pretty fucking great?"
"Fine. You're amazing. Incredible. The best sex I've ever had and the only man I've ever truly trusted." She propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at me. "Happy?"
"Very." I pulled her down for a kiss, slow and sweet this time. "So, about that ten minutes…"
"Already?" She reached down between us, her hand wrapping around my cock, which was already starting to harden again. "Damn. Guess you meant it about the enhanced neural pathways."
"I may have made some improvements," I admitted.
"Well then." She straddled me, positioning herself above me. "Let's test those improvements properly."
She sank down onto my cock slowly this time, taking me inch by inch until she was fully seated. We both groaned at the sensation.
"Fuck, you feel so good," she breathed, starting to move. "So fucking good."
I gripped her hips, helping her set a rhythm. She rode me with confidence, her breasts bouncing with each movement, head thrown back in pleasure. It was one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen.
"Touch yourself," I told her. "I want to watch you."
She complied immediately, one hand moving to her breast while the other slid down to her clit. She rubbed herself while riding me, her movements becoming more erratic as she chased her pleasure.
"That's it," I encouraged. "Use me. Take what you need."
"Fuck, Marcus, I'm close again."
"Then come. Come all over my cock while I watch."
She did, her second orgasm making her shake and cry out, her pussy clenching around me rhythmically. The sight and sensation pushed me over the edge too, and I came hard, filling her again.
She collapsed onto my chest, both of us breathing heavily.
"Okay," she panted. "Enhanced neural pathways are definitely a plus."
I laughed, wrapping my arms around her. "Noted."