She looked back at me with something flickering in her eyes. Want. Need. The same thing I was feeling—that desperate urge to connect. To feel something other than the weight of what was coming.
The master bathroom was all marble and glass. I turned on the water, letting it heat up while Zainab peeled off her clothes. I watched her—couldn’t help it. Every curve. Every inch of dark skin revealed as the fabric fell away.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“You gonna stand there staring, or you gonna join me?”
I stripped off my shirt—still stained with Zoo’s blood—and dropped it on the floor. My pants followed. Then my boxers.
Her eyes dropped. Traveled down my body. Lingered.
“I don’t know how I’m ever gonna get used to that,” she murmured.
“You’re not supposed to get used to it.” I stepped toward her. “You’re supposed to feel it. Every time.”
I pulled her into the shower.
The hot water hit us both, washing away the blood and sweat and fear of the day. I backed her against the tile wall, my hands on either side of her head, caging her in.
“I almost lost you tonight.” My voice was low. Rough. “Do you understand that? That man was going to kill you.”
“But he didn’t.”
“Because your sister put bullets in his car. Because I put one in his head.” I leaned closer, my lips brushing her ear. “But for a few minutes there, I didn’t know if I’d get to you in time. And that feeling…” I pressed my forehead against hers. “I never want to feel that again.”
“You won’t.” Her hands came up to my chest, fingers splaying over my heart. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“No. You’re not.” I kissed her then. Hard. Demanding. Pouring every ounce of fear and relief and desperate need into her mouth.
She moaned against my lips, her body arching into mine, and I felt myself harden against her stomach.
“Turn around,” I commanded.
She obeyed. Turned to face the tile wall, her palms flat against the marble, water streaming down her back.
I pressed myself against her from behind. Let her feel exactly what she did to me.
“You feel that?” My lips were at her ear, my hands sliding down her sides to grip her hips. “That’s what you do to me. Every fucking time.”
“Prime…” She moaned my name.
”I’m gonna take care of you tonight.” My hand slid between her thighs, fingers finding her center. She gasped as I stroked her pussy. “I’m gonna make you forget everything except my name. You understand?”
“Yes…”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Prime.”
“Good girl.”
I worked her slowly at first. Teasing. Circling her clit with my thumb while two fingers slid inside her. She was already wet—not just from the shower—and the knowledge that I did that to her made me even harder.
“You’re so tight.” I pumped my fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spot that made her legs shake. “So wet for me. Always so ready.”
“Please…” She was panting now, pushing back against my hand, trying to get more friction.
“Please what? Tell me what you want.”
