My shoulder.
My collarbone.
My mouth again.
I bit his lower lip.
He growled.
And everything inside me snapped.
He pinned me gently but firmly against the warm tiles, lifting me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist like they’d been waiting for this exact moment.
And when he pushed into me
Every nerve lit up.
Every inch of me opened.
Every part of me that had been starved came alive.
He moved like he knew every hidden place inside me.
Like he’d been memorising my body for years.
Like he wanted to rewrite every touch I’d ever known.
My fingers dug into his shoulders.
His teeth grazed my throat.
My moan echoed against the glass.
Water ran down our bodies as he thrust deeper, harder, slower, faster each movement stealing my breath, giving it back, taking it again.
It was wild.
Devastating.
Perfect.
Freeing.
Fireworks behind my eyes.
Heat spiralling up my spine.
Pressure curling low and exploding into pure pleasure that left me trembling, clinging, shaking in his arms.
He came undone a moment later head buried against my neck, grip tightening around my hips, breath broken and raw and beautiful.
We stayed tangled together as the water washed over our skin, steam curling around us like smoke.
His forehead rested against mine.
My lips brushed his.
And for the first time in a long, long time.
