Willow takes in a breath, holding my eyes, and I watch them widen as I sink myself inside her. A moan rumbles in my chest as she squeezes me so tight I can’t even think. “This pussy,” I growl. “I love every fucking inch of it, Willow.”
“You feel so good,” she sighs as her head falls back against the tile.
And I need more. More visual, more touching. I gather her wrists into my hand and pin them to the wall behind her above her head. I thrust into her again, and again.
My eyes scrape over her as I pump in and out, taking in every inch of her. Her dark hair wet and plastered against her skin. The slope of her neck. The rise of each breast. Her dusty pink nipples, hard and excited. Her stomach before it disappears down between her legs, and the tiny bit of view I have of her opening.
“Look how fucking perfect you are,” I say out loud, even though I didn’t mean to.
Willow surges forward and kisses me, taking my lips. She bites. She tugs. She claims my tongue. She steals my air. She tugs one of her hands free, and it comes to my throat, her touch fiery hot. She drags her hand down lower, slides it over my shoulder, dragging her nails into my skin as she explores the ridges of my back.
I growl in approval as I lower her to the shower floor. Willow makes a noise of annoyance, but I’m still moving. I turn Willow around, facing away from me, directly facing the mirror, and bend her forward over the shower bench. I reach between her legs and swipe my hand over her folds, caressing her most intimate area.
“Spread those legs for me just a little bit, Kitten,” I breathe against her neck.
She does, her whole body trembling with anticipation.
I line back up, and without any resistance at all, I sink back inside her. A breathy sigh of relief comes from both of us at the restored connection.
My fingers dig into her hips, careful not to grip too tight after everything she’s been through in the past twenty-four hours. Islide out most of the way, and then penetrate the entire length. I lean forward over her and slide one hand up to cup her breast. “So fucking perfect,” I breathe out, feeling out of my damn mind. My other hand slides lower, my fingers slipping between her folds until I find her clit. I rub with pressure, praying it’s exactly what she wants.
“You’re so damn good at that,” Willow pants as I swipe my middle finger across her bud. I thrust into her at the praise, knowing I’m not going to last long. Not like this. Not tonight. Not with Willow.
“Harder,” she breathes out.
“Yes ma’am,” I grin like a fucking maniac as I bring my hand back to her hip and I grant her request. I slide out, and a grunt comes out of me as I slam back into her. She stumbles forward just a bit, but I tighten my grip, keeping her steady.
“More,” she begs, and I feel her pussy tightening around me.
“You’re close, Kitten,” I tease her as I slam home again, rocking her entire body. “Feel my touch?” I slide my fingers over her clit, increasing the pressure as I ram into her again. In. Out.
Willow moans. Loudly. Her entire body is shaking. She lifts her head and stares through the foggy glass at our reflections in the mirror. “Lucky,” she pants, her tone turning desperate.
“I’ve got you, Willow,” I whisper right next to her ear. And I swipe one finger straight down her folds, over her clit, increasing the pressure as I go.
And Willow trembles like a bomb before she detonates. A moan rips through her entire body as her head tilts back, her fingers flexing against the glass. “Lucky!” she screams my name as everything in her tightens around my cock. Her breath is ragged as she shatters with the orgasm.
And the sight of her face in the mirror, at the exquisite release, her open mouth, her eyes squeezed shut while she breaks apart, it sends me over the edge.
It travels up from my feet, into my spine. My balls tighten, and with a furious cry of my own, I piston into her with unsteady shutters as I bust inside her. It rips me apart from my scalp to my fingertips to my toes. I drag my teeth over the bare flesh of her back as I come harder than I even knew was fucking possible.
I feel it as she comes down. As Willow pants. As her muscles relax. As her cunt twitches around my cock. In the mirror, I see her lick her lips, and a smile pulls on them.
I press a kiss to her shoulder and slide out. I gather her in my arms, turning her to face me, chest to chest.
“Every inch of you is divine, Dagger Kitten,” I whisper against her lips. I taste the water on them, savor every droplet. “Every morning. Every night. Every dark plot, every crazy idea, every body disposal. I want you, Willow.”
“You better start looking for something to put on my finger, Saint Shade,” she whispers as her eyes darken. “Because you’re never, ever getting rid of me.”
I blink as I look down at her. My instinct is to ask her if she means it. But it’s there, on every inch of her face.
Maybe it’s the trauma talking. Maybe it’s heightened emotions after nearly dying.
But I don’t care.
Because it doesn’t make our forever any less written in stone.
“Done,” I say simply as I kiss her forehead and smack her ass.
