Delight flashed through her expression as she pulled me close.
My nostrils flared as I resisted, wrenching back, because that’s what we did. This was our way. Both of us fighting for dominance and submission.
A heartbeat later, I acquiesced and allowed her to draw my head down because she led and I followed.
Always, always, always…
Her fierce grip loosened to gently massage the ache from the back of my skull, and her soothing touch felt so good I almost purred.
I wanted to kiss her. I was on the verge of begging her to kiss me.
Her mouth parted, and I caught a flash of straight white teeth, the tip of her pink tongue. And I remembered how our kisses felt, how every time we touched, an intense thunderstorm of feeling broke loose in my chest. I knew her body intimately. My hands and teeth and tongue had touched every place, mappingher lithe figure, learning the spots that drew out gasps of pleasure, broken moans and soft sighs, hitched breaths too.
Yes, yes, yes…
But she didn’t kiss me. She nipped my bottom lip, and pain flared.
Pleasure and pain melded together, and my hips sought hers. My hand jerked up and down my rigid cock at a bruising pace. The back of my hand grazed the flat of her stomach, the wet fabric heating my knuckles, and I wished for nothing between us but bare skin so I could drive my cock against her body and use the friction to get off.
My balls draw tight, so fucking tight.
It was her intense gaze locked on mine andhervoice that triggered the building climax. The single word ghosted my lips.“Always…”
There was no darkness inside my mind, but a girl of moonlight. I willingly lost myself within the reverie of her feminine curves. The loud thud of my heart pulsed in time with the torturous ache in my cock. The bathroom swelled with the pounding sound of raining water, splashing against flesh and stone and pelting the flooring, but beneath it all was a wicked strain of twining sounds—a rich baritone growl and a soft dulcet hum.
There was one thing I wished more than anything as I fantasized about fisting those drenched locks of pale hair to angle her head, the light above catching on the freckles smattered across her cheeks. Eyes darkening and flaring wide with uncertainty and mutual craving as she stared back.
It was a wistful torment, cruel and savage, the desire to hear my name.
She’d refused to utter it the moment I’d hidden her away at the top of a tower.
I wanted it.
Needed it.
Was desperate for it.
Say it, say it, say it…
And when I imagined her lips parting, the sweet sound of my name, more air than voice, an intense rush of mind-bending pleasure speared down my spine. I cried her name, softening to a mantra that I whispered over and over, “Nelle, Nelle, Nelle,”as my hips jerked and my body shuddered and cum splashed over my fingers and sprayed in ribbons across the dark stone.
I didn’t want to let the dream of Nelle go.
I didn’t want to let the coldness back inside to carve emptiness within my chest. But it was inevitable, like drawing the next bittersweet breath.
Bracing both hands on the stone wall, I forced my breathing to steady as the stark reality of my life filtered in once more.
When I slowly pried my lashes apart, and the room slowly came into focus, instinct and hope made me turn my head over my shoulder, desperately wishing I’d see a trail of small, wet footprints retreating to the bathroom door.
But there was nothing on the rough stone.
Nothing at all.
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Shamefully, I strained to hear if Graysen would moan my name once more. The wallpaper rasped beneath my palm as I pressed my ear to the wall, wondering if he stood on the other side, braced against the same spot. Heat flared low in my belly at the thought of hot streaming water pelting his hard body…his hardnakedbody.
