He sets a brutal rhythm, grinding into me with slow, punishing thrusts that have my toes curling against the slick tile.
The water pounds against my back, the sound of our bodies colliding barely audible over the roar of the shower, but none of it matters.
All that matters is him.
The way he moves inside me like he’s carving himself into my soul.
The way he kisses me between every broken breath.
The way he murmurs rough, broken things against my throat.
“You’re mine.”
“My girl.”
“Gonna keep you, Olive. Gonna make you mine forever.”
I shudder, breaking apart around him again, this time even harder, even messier, and he follows a heartbeat later, burying himself deep and staying there, forehead pressed to mine, both of us gasping like we’re drowning and clinging to the only thing that’s real.
Each other.
We stay tangled together under the pounding water, neither of us moving, neither of us speaking, just breathing each other in.
Because whatever this is. Whatever we’ve just started… there’s no going back now.
We finally manage to actually shower, hands roaming a little too much, mouths brushing too often, but somehow, miraculously, we make it through without taking each other again under the spray.
By the time we step out, the air is thick with steam, and my skin’s flushed all over again. Not just from the heat, but from the way Liam looks at me.
Like he’s not nearly finished.
Like he’s starving.
I barely have time to grab a towel and start drying my hair when he’s on me, strong hands grabbing my waist, spinning me toward the bed.
I let out a gasp of pure shock, pure heat, as he bends me over the edge, my palms slapping down against the rumpled bedding for balance. I don’t even have time to think before I’m arching back into him, a desperate sound escaping my throat.
Liam stands behind me, both hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, positioning me exactly how he wants me.
And then he thrusts into me in one deep, hard stroke, burying himself to the hilt. My mouth falls open in a silent cry, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he sets a brutal, punishing rhythm. Every thrust drives me forward, my body jolting against the mattress, the wet sounds of our bodies slamming together mixing with the rough, filthy words he grits out against my spine.
“Look at you,” he growls, hips snapping forward hard enough to make me whimper. “Taking every inch of my cock. So fucking perfect for me.”
I push back into him, greedy for every rough, brutal snap of his hips, every filthy thing he says.
“Yours,” I gasp, needing him to hear it, needing him to know.
He fists my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me upright so my back is flush to his chest, his breath hot and ragged against my ear.
“Say it again.”
“Yours,” I sob, reaching back to clutch at his hip, at anything I can hold on to as he pounds into me, deeper, harder, rougher.
“Fuck, honey,” he grits out, biting gently at the side of my neck. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna make sure you never forget you’re mine.”
I shatter with a cry, pleasure detonating inside me so fiercely my knees buckle, my vision going white around the edges.
Liam follows a heartbeat later, driving into me one last time and holding there, spilling deep inside me with a raw, broken sound that wrecks me all over again.
