I work shampoo through her hair, massaging her scalp. She leans back against me with a contented sigh.
"This is nice," she murmurs.
"What is?"
"Being taken care of. I've been alone for so long. Since my parents died, it's just been me. No one to lean on." She turns in my arms. "You're the first person in years who's made me feel like I matter."
"You do matter. You're everything." I tilt her face up. "I meant it, you know. I love you."
"I know. I love you too. Even though you're an insane criminal who kidnapped me."
"Especially because I'm an insane criminal who kidnapped you."
"Maybe," she says, but she's smiling.
I kiss her under the spray, water streaming over both of us. The kiss turns heated fast. My hands slide down her body, relearning every curve. Cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples until they're hard peaks.
"Konstantin—"
"I need you," I murmur against her mouth. "Need to be inside you."
"Then take me."
I turn her around, press her hands against the tile wall. "Like this. I want to watch the water run down your beautiful body while I fuck you."
"Yes—"
I slide my cock through her folds, coating myself in her wetness. She's always ready for me. Always wanting. I push inside in one slow thrust, watching myself disappear into her pussy.
"Fuck," I groan. "You feel so good. So perfect."
"Move," she gasps. "Please move."
I start fucking her, slow and deep. The water streams over us as I take her against the shower wall. One hand on her hip, the other reaching around to play with her clit.
"This isn't just fucking anymore," I tell her. "This is making love. Do you feel the difference?"
"Yes," she moans. "I feel it."
"Fucking is about possession. About claiming." I thrust harder. "This is about showing you how much I cherish you. How much I need you. How completely you own me too."
"I own you?"
"Completely." I lean forward, my chest against her back, my mouth by her ear. "You don't think this goes both ways? I'myours as much as you're mine. Maybe more. Because I've been yours since the moment I saw you."
She's pushing back against me now, meeting my thrusts. "I love you," she gasps.
"I love you too. So fucking much." I work her clit in circles, feeling her getting close. "Come for me, my love."
She comes with a cry, her pussy clamping down on me. I follow right after, burying myself deep and filling her with cum.
We stay like that for a long moment, both shaking. Then I slowly pull out, turn her around, and hold her close under the spray.
When we're clean and dry, I carry her to the bed. She's wrapped in a towel, her hair damp, her skin flushed and glowing.
"We're going to be late," she says, but she's already reaching for me.
"I don't care. Let them wait."
