I could barely open my eyes. He slipped his hand underneath my dripping hair and pulled my mouth to his. He tasted like salt and me.
He kept our faces close enough that I could stick my tongue out and lick the beads of water over his lip. “You like the way my mouth tastes with the scent of you on my tongue?”
I tried to bridge the gap, to show him how much I liked how I tasted on his lips, but he held me in place with my hair.
“You want more?” He stuck his tongue out just a little, and when I surged forward, he let me.
Our tongues touched before our mouths crashed.
We kissed as we moved toward the shower, my hands undressing him before we stepped fully under the warm sprays.
The kiss was totally consuming. It swallowed every inhabitation whole.
I had to break it to breathe, but he never truly let me catch my breath. I was constantly a heartbeat ahead, or maybe behind, when he touched me, kissed me, was in the same room as me.
Again, he was right.
This was the moment in Paradiso—the first moment our eyes met from across the room.
He sucked down my neck, making the blood rush to the surface of each spot. My hands reached out for steady ground, but even the tiles were slick. I reached out for him instead, and when my fingertips made contact, he groaned deep inside of his throat. The sound made my uterus contract and my nipples ache.
His mouth moved even lower, and when he closed it around my nipple and started to suck, the moan from my throat met the deep one from his. I was still so sensitive between my legs, and I almost felt like I could orgasm again just from what he was doing to me.
My hand slid down his shoulder, and my palm rested against the frantic beat of his heart. I needed to feel it, to make sure I wasn’t the only one feeling this…immense intensity between us. I kept my hand steady, but it was like I’d pushed him across the shower a second later.
His chest heaved and his nostrils flared like he’d just run a marathon. “Mr. Big” was a pathetic way to describe what was between his legs. It was more like Mr. Monstrous. And it was bobbing with the almost violent motion of pulling away from me.
“Even with all this water, I’m still fucking burning for you.” His voice was as low as his hooded eyes, and it was as warm as the water as it fell over my skin. Droplets had collected on his long, inky lashes, and they ran down his face. Steam rose around him, and his skin was flushed from the heat.
I’d been unsteady on my feet from his intensity a few times. It made me feel caged in with emotions I never wanted to be close to. It reminded me that there was a power inside all of us that wasn’t ours to control or to give. If it decided to go, it just went, whether we wanted it to or not.
That was why falling in love was such a risky gamble. If it wasn’t reciprocated or it was used as a weapon…
I hated that it felt like mine was going to him. But if this wasn’t one-sided…he should feel it too, and like me, not be able to run from it.
He’d shackled me, but he also shackled himselftome.
My feet took the couple of steps that bridged the gap between us. He had no place to move. He was cornered. I set my hands on his shoulders, getting close enough that my nipples pressed against his slick chest, and whispered in his ear, “It’s that moment, right?”
The noise from his throat was a mixture between a growl and a plea. In a rush, he turned me toward the seat in the shower and ordered me to put my hands against it.
He spread my legs with his knee and ran a hand between my folds. From the side of my eye, I watched as he closed his eyes and sucked his finger clean. He took a firm grip of my hips before he slid inside of me.
We both groaned.
He stilled, giving me a chance to adjust to his size, and then he started fucking me like a crazed man. A man who, suddenly, was trying to outrun whatever feelings were chasing him.
Maybe they were making him angry, as angry as he made me, because he wasn’t used to running. Each stroke was deliberate, and I felt it almost too deep, like he was wedged too far inside, and I’d never be able to dislodge him.
He was the source of my greatest pleasureandmy pain.
The shower was hot and full of steam, but sweat stung my eyes. The taste of salt invaded my mouth from the sheer power of what he was doing to my body.
My moans met his grunts as his body slapped against mine. I could feel his balls hit with the momentum. I pushed against him, meeting his thrusts, and he pulled my hair.
“You want to give as good as you take?” He spread my legs even wider and thrusted so hard, I lost my breath. “You fucking do. Because your body was made for mine.Mine,” he growled in my ear while he claimed me. “So fucking gorgeous.Mine.”
I couldn’t tell if he was causing more internal fractures or healing them.
