I turn to him and encircle my arms around his neck. His wet hair is the color of midnight, and I can’t resist burying my fingers in his thick waves. “I want you every fucking day—you know that.” How could he not? I’m annoyingly clingy and begging for it. “I’ve wanted you since the first time the three of us slept together. I needed you long before then. You’re the reason I’m breathing, the reason I have Aurora. You’re far from a distraction.” My eyes well up again. “You’re the pulse in my chest, and not a day will go by that I don’t need you. If that’s the problem?—”
“It’s not.” His lips find mine, desperate and hungry. “I was just checking,” he mumbles between kisses. “I’ll always give you what you need.”
He deepens the kiss, and I melt into him. His hands slide down my back, cup my ass, and pull me closer until our erections brush.
I reach between us and fist his length. “Then give me this.” I stroke him slowly. “Please. Take the edge off. Make me feel good.”Make me forget.
His eyes darken, as if he can read my thoughts. He grabs my chin and backs me against the shower wall. “I want you to remember one thing.” His fingertips dig into my jaw. “You’re mine. Stop drifting off to places I can’t follow. Every time youdo, I want you to think about how pissed I’d be. Control what’s going on up here.” He taps my temple. “Flip the script. Picture me murdering every motherfucker who touches you.” He leans in, holding my gaze, speaking directly to my memories. “No man is allowed to touch you but me.” He kisses my lips gently. “Now turn around.”
I obey, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm, and rest my forearms on the glass wall.
“Good boy.”
Behind me, he flicks open the cap of the body oil. His praise, combined with anticipation, sends a shiver down my spine, and I shudder despite the heat.
His slick fingers trace the cleft of my ass. “Spread your legs wider.”
My feet move at his command. He circles my entrance, and my breath hitches. He slides a finger inside me, and ecstasy shoots straight to my dick.
I rock my hips and beg for more. “Please, Ethan.”
“So responsive.” He adds a second finger while sinking his teeth into the curve of my neck.
The bite. The stretch. Adrenaline surges through my veins, and I groan, “More.”
“I love how desperate you are for me.”
His words carry a dark, satisfied smile, and my chest swells. All I truly want is to satisfy him—wholly—until he’s as obsessed as I am.
He crooks his fingers, finding a spot that has me seeing stars.
My eyes roll back, and my forehead falls to the glass. “Fuck, right there.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Every part of you.” He works his fingers deeper, stretching me open while his free hand grips my hip to hold me steady.
The sensation borders between pleasure and pain, and I lose myself completely. “Please,” I whimper, my cock throbbing and leaking between my legs. “I need you inside me.”
***
Ethan
Steam curls around us, creating our own world where nothing exists but the two of us.
“You ready for me?” My voice is rough with need, and I swallow hard.
“Yes,” he breathes.
I remove my fingers, slick my cock with more oil, then line up at his entrance. “Look at me.”
He twists to meet my gaze over his shoulder, and the longing in his eyes has desire swooping low in my stomach, the air catching in my lungs.
“I want to see you.” I thrust forward. “Don’t look away.”
His pupils dilate, and his lips part on a sharp gasp. I breach that tight ring of muscle and pause, letting him adjust. His ass pulses around me, and I hiss, tensing my thighs to keep from plunging into him.
“Don’t stop,” he whimpers, brows pinched. “Please don’t stop.”
He pushes back, I slide in another inch, and we both groan. His eyelids flutter, but he doesn’t break eye contact. It’s intense, the connection between us intoxicating, transcending the physical.
