Chapter 25: (R18+) Lovely Iego: Final [Marcellus’ POV]

He was carved by the so-called gods themselves.

There was no other way a human like him could've existed.

Even as I poured the cold liquid on my rigid cock, I could not take my eyes off his panting form below me. He was a masterpiece, my lovely Iego.

I hissed softly as I rubbed the oil over the stiffness between my legs, feeling my lids flutter as I'd finally given them some friction after controlling myself the whole night. But I did not dare close my eyes. 

I wished Diego could've seen himself in that moment. The man's back had naturally arched, and his hands had found their way back to gripping the ruined pillow behind his head. His head was tilted to the side, his dazzling green eyes filled with a mixed haze of lust and nerves as he looked up at me.

Control yourself, I had to say in my mind. You cannot hurt him. Bite your tongue off if you have to.

"Marcy…"