"Fuuck, Marcie," Tragos growled, annoyed even though she was right. He kissed her hard then pushed himself backwards, grabbing her shorts off the floor and finding the condom. He had some too, but deep in his bad, in the car. It felt a little too like driving closer to the edge of the cliff to leave the resort with Ares' daughter and a pocket full of condoms.
But she had, obviously. Dangerous, dangerous girl. Tragos rolled the condom on and pushed her thighs wide with his hands as he climbed back on top of her.
Sinking into her, right this second, felt like one of the greatest moments of his life.