Page 44 of Marcellus: House of Drakos

Savannah had taken a long tub bath, had crawled into Marcellus’s bed, and had fallen asleep.

By the time she woke up, she could hear the shower running.

Was that him? She assumed it was. She hoped it was!

Because she looked at her phone on the nightstand.

It had been nearly two hours since he took Natalia to bed.

She knew she was being dramatic by thinking of it that way, but how else could she think of it? The woman was a mess, understandably, and she needed somebody to put her to bed. But why did it have to be Marcellus? Why couldn’t it have been Freddy, her own son and Kalayna’s full, not half, brother?

But it was what it was. She turned onto her back and knew she had to address it. She hated to have to do it now, but if she let him get away with placating his baby mamas on every turn, their relationship was going to get compromised. Natalia especially would see to it.

When the shower was turned off, Marcellus came naked into the bedroom drying off. When he saw that Savannah was awake, he was pleased. He needed her. “Hey.”

“How’s Natalia?”

“She finally went to sleep. Then Fredrick took over.”

Savannah decided to go there. “She’s not going to be too happy to wake up and not see your pretty face beside her.”

“She doesn’t give a damn about who’s beside her,” he said, “she wants her daughter back home. And guess what? So do I.”

Savannah looked at him. If he expected her to apologize for what he seemed to think was her insensitivity, he was wasting his time.

“I know she wants her daughter back,” she said to him in a firm voice, “and I also know she wants you. Now if you expect me to ignore that fact and pretend I’m not seeing what I’m seeing, you got the wrong one. ”

Marcellus stared at her as he finished drying off.

She was that same feisty lady she was eight years ago.

The one that rocked his world even for that short amount of time they were together.

And even in his hour of need, she wasn’t changing.

He loved that about her, but disliked that about her too.

Because he could be unyielding like that as well.

They were going to have some battle royales in that department, he was certain of it.

Was she worth it?

Without question.

He tossed the towel over a chair and went and sat on the edge of the bed beside her. He loved seeing her in one of his dress shirts. She looked so sexy in it that he went hard just seeing that. So hard that his penis stood up.

When that happened he took her hand and placed it on his hard rod. And she knew what to do.

While she was doing that, and he was moaning from it, he unbuttoned the shirt she wore, opened it wide, and began brutalizing her breasts with kisses and sucks that had her arching. Then she removed her hand as he went down further, opening her legs.

He was doing her so hard and with such skill that she had moved halfway across the bed in their passion.

And then he moved on top of her, and entered her, and held her.

They made love for nearly half an hour. It was slow and sweet and filled with so many emotions that they both could hardly contain them.

For Marcellus, it was all about releasing the stress and tension that not knowing where his daughter was laying her head that night brought on him.

He needed that release badly. Because every time he thought about that horrid situation, Savannah’s body brought him back to sensualness.

To love. To that craving and thirst he now had for her and never wanted to quench.

For Savannah, it was all in the execution.

He knew how to do her unlike any other man ever had.

He gave her great love. The best she’d ever had.

And as she held onto him as he continued to pump his love deep inside of her, she closed her eyes in reverie.

It was nowhere near an ideal situation for them.

Every time they’d made love it was under trying circumstances.

And it was still this good? She could only imagine how great it was going to be when they were married and happy and together forever!

Wait a minute.

Married?

Where did she get that from?

That man had only just made them a couple, and already she was picking out a wedding dress and measuring curtains for her overhaul of his house? It was ridiculous.

But Marcellus was wondering the same thing.

He leaned up as he continued to do her, and looked at her beautiful face.

He had never been able to imagine any woman as Mrs. Marcellus Drakos.

Until he met Savannah eight years ago. And until now.

She was the one. As he continued to do her, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was the one.

And that changed having sex, which he’d had all his life, to making love. They made love.

And when they came, they came together. As soon as he could feel her vagina throbbing even harder against his penis, he knew she was having a major orgasm, and just the thought made him cum right along with her. He held her tightly as they came.

After they came, they were both exhausted. But instead of collapsing on top of her, he rolled onto his back and rolled her on top of him. And covered them up. Where they remained, fast asleep, for hours.

Until Scottie notified Marcellus that they had some information.