Instead, he'd eaten her alive.
Literally and figuratively, ate me alive.
The things he'd done with his mouth. The way he'd held her down like she weighed nothing. The growl in his voice when he called her "my queen"—possessive, claiming, like he already owned her and was just letting her pretend otherwise.
It was everything she'd ever fantasized about.
Everything she'd been searching for in the Main Legacy boys for years.
The Main Legacy girls had worked their way through most of them, testing, hoping, always ending up disappointed.
This is what they did and came back to their group chat to discuss each one of the boys.
Brett was all talk—couldn't maintain an erection under pressure, came in fifteen minutes flat, thought jackhammering was the height of sexual prowess. Anderson had stamina but no technique, no dominance, no fire.
Kyle was too gentle, too eager to please, too... boring.
Marcus had been her last hope.
