I strip in record time, the chill biting at my skin until the heat of the shower beckons like a fucking promise. I lead her in first, and the moment the water hits her, she gasps—then moans.
“Better?” I ask, stepping in behind her, my body brushing against hers from shoulder to thigh.
She leans back into me, and I wrap my arms around her waist.
"Getting there."
I reach for the soap, lather it between my hands, and then trail it across her skin, slow and deliberate. I start at her shoulders, down her arms, over the swell of her breasts, her stomach, her hips. Every inch I touch, I worship. She whimpers when I slide one hand between her thighs.
“You’re so warm here,” I growl in her ear. “Already soaked—and not from the water.”
She arches against me, her ass pressing into my cock, which is already hard and straining against her skin. “Dante…”
“Turn around for me, baby.”
She does, water cascading over her back, soaking her hair, turning her into something elemental—wild, dripping, untouchable. Except she’smine.
I lift her easily and pin her back against the shower wall. Her legs wrap around my waist without hesitation, and I take my time now—my mouth trailing across her throat, her collarbone, down to her breasts, where I suck one nipple into my mouth and roll the other between my fingers.
She moans like it hurts to feel this good.
“You want me inside you?” I murmur against her skin.
“Yes.”
“You want me here?” I reach down and drag my hand between her thighs again, sliding two fingers into her soaked, desperate pussy. “Or…” I trail my touch back, pressing the pad of one finger against her tighter hole.
Her breath catches.
Her eyes flare wide.
I don’t push. Not yet.
“Tell me.”
She swallows hard. “Yours. Every part of me. Wherever you want.”
Oh,fuck.
I kiss her, filthy and deep, and slick my fingers in her arousal before pressing my thumb to her clit and easing the tip of my cock into her soaking pussy.
She gasps—sharp—but it's not pain. It's everything. It’s us. It’s days of agony combusting in one devastating thrust.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, my hand fisting in her wet hair to tilt her head. “You watch me as I claim you.”
I thrust in, all the way this time, burying myself to the hilt.
Her mouth drops open, eyes locked to mine as her body clamps around me, wet and tight and fuckingheaven.
Her hands scramble over my back, slipping over the tattoos inked into my skin. I hiss when she touches a bruised rib—one still store from the crash—but I don’t stop. Ican’t.
I pull back and drive into her again, hard and deep, grinding against her clit with every thrust.
She claws at me now. Moaning, whispering my name like a curse and a prayer. Her legs tremble around my waist, her whole body strung tight.
I can feel her getting close. She's spiraling, wrecked, trembling against the tile as I fuck her through it.
“Come for me,” I hiss. “I want to feel you soak my cock.”
