I’ve been pushing her away, but she cares, and suddenly, I’m craving her more than I’ve ever craved anything in my life. Pulling my disheveled self from the bed, I pad closer to the bathroom, where she left the door ajar, and step inside. The warm steam clouds her from me for a few seconds while my eyes adjust, then I see her.
She stands under the spray with her eyes closed and her head tilted all the way back so the water hits her throat and runs all the way down her slim, toned body. Several scars dot her chest and abdomen and a couple rise at her thigh, causing the stream of water to alter its direction. She’s a warrior. She’s fought more than I could ever imagine, and to be Anastasia’s underboss is such a feat.
Both her hands lift and she pushes a few strands of hair away from her face, then she tenses as if suddenly sensing my presence. Her eyes open and those deep blue eyes suddenly lock onto me with sniper precision.
She doesn’t say anything, nor does she make a move to cover herself. She just watches me with the water cascading over his body and caressing every curve I want to trace with my tongue and teeth.
I spare no thought as to whether this is a good idea or not. Suddenly, I’m in her arms kissing her hungrily with the water pouring down on both of us. There’s barely enough space in the shower for her and my muscular frame, so she’s crowded against the wall, gasping against my lips with both her hands cradling my face. I grip her waist and push her backward, kissing her harder and tasting a faint mix of mango and a taste that’s all her.
The shower sprays down on my naked torso and quickly soaks into my pants. The fabric pulls slightly away from my hips as the water weight increases but it’s a distant thought. All I care about is pouring every ounce of my hunger into kissing Faina as frantically as I can.
Our tongues weave back and forth in a constant battle. One of her hands slides up into my wet hair and tugs slightly while the other drops down and caresses my torso. I can almost hear herthoughts every time her fingertips pause and linger on a fresh scar left by the Triads and the Italians, scars she hasn’t yet explored. She used to know my body like the back of her hand. So much has changed.
I kiss her hungrily, teasing her tongue into submission while shoving one soaked thigh between her legs, angling my leg upward slightly. Faina’s forced onto her tiptoes with a moan and her caressing hand becomes a blade of claws as she scratches up my back.
No words are exchanged. None are needed. I kiss her until I’m breathless and a lack of air forces me to break away, but I remain with my forehead pressed to hers as we pant the same air. Water pours over us like a heated blanket. I slide one hand up to her ribs and around to caress her breasts. Her budded nipple rises slightly to my touch as if every part of her is crying out for me. Chasing water droplets down her jaw, I kiss down her throat until I’m ducked and following those same droplets over the swell of her breasts and the peaks of her nipples.
My cock swells tighter in my pants, fighting against the waterlogged restriction of the material. In a matter of seconds, I’m aching and throbbing to be inside her, to feel the silky walls of her pussy hug me with the familiarity I’m craving.
Just like every other part of her feeds that craving.
“Fuck me,” Faina gasps against my lips after I kiss my way back up to her mouth.
I don’t need to be asked twice.
Stepping back, I spin her around until she’s facing the tiles. She braces both hands on the wall with her fingers angled as if she’strying to claw at the tiles. Her gorgeous ass arches back toward me and she groans as I wrestle to escape my soaked pants.
I cover her body with mine and kiss along her wet shoulder to the crook of her neck while one of her strong hands reaches back and slips between us to grasp my cock. She shudders at first contact and my kissing wavers as a pull of pleasure warms my gut as she strokes me from base to tip.
It’s hard not to come right there and then.
Burying my face in her neck, I grasp her waist with one hand and cover her hand on my dick with the other. She adjusts her stand and together, we thread my cock between her thighs until my shaft rests against the mouthwatering heat of her pussy. A full body tremble moves through Faina and her hand moves up to cover my grip on her waist. I kiss her neck and her head falls to the side, granting me more space to work with.
My hips rock forward, teasing my cock along the length of her slit until I’m shaking from restraint and every nerve inside me is screaming for contact.
Chest to back, I tighten my grip on her waist and thrust my cock inside her in one desperate move. Faina yelps and scrabbles at the wall, rising up onto her tiptoes as I spear her with my entire length. Then her head falls back into my shoulder and I kiss her luscious lips with as much eagerness as I can muster while my cock throbs and pulses inside her tight heat.
I fuck her hard. Every day we spent apart, every day I was without her because our lives and world turned to shit, every minute I spent persuading myself I wasn’t worth her—it all led to this. I fuck her hard and fast, pouring every drop of desire I havefor her into my movements. As if my thrusts can tell her what my words can’t.
She moans loudly and holds on to me for dear life, rocking her hips back and forth every so often to meet my thrusts. We kiss like it’s our last moment together, like all the adrenaline and running and panic up until now were just so we could get one final taste of each other.
I fuck her until my thighs tremble and my leg aches, until we’re so utterly drenched in sweat and water that it’s impossible to tell which is which. When Faina comes on my cock, my heart soars to the sweet, desperate sounds she makes while pressing back into me and looping an arm back around my neck so she can kiss me. Her pussy ripples around my length, tightening enough to make me see stars, and as she thrusts her tongue hungrily into my mouth, I come a second later.
We soar together under the waterfall and a deep, relaxing peace settles over my aching soul.
Maybe, just maybe, things will be alright.
9
FAINA
This must be a dream. One minute, I’m struggling to stay upright as the strongest orgasm I’ve had in months courses through my body and the next, Cian is scooping me up in his arms and carrying me through to the bedroom. Soaked bodies be damned, the heat rising between us turns the water to steam as Cian’s body covers mine and he kisses me hungrily.
I thread my fingers through his damp hair and my mind, while being melted from pleasure, tries to form some kind of question. I want to ask him why, what brought this on, and if it’s as important as it feels or just sex, but these words don’t make it past my lips.
Only a moan does when Cian breaks the kiss and nibbles down my jaw to my throat. He focuses briefly on the soft spot just below my ear, which sends tingling sensations swirling through my entire body, then I toss my head back and forth on the sheets as he kisses down further. Over my breasts, sucking briefly on my nipples, then down across my abdomen until he’s buried beneath my thighs.
I try once again to speak but suddenly, Cian’s hot, soft tongue is pressed against my pussy and my mind goes completely blank. Sinking back down onto the bed, I bow my back and moan softly while his tongue laps back and forth through my folds with an eagerness he’s never displayed before. Sure, he’s always been very eager to eat me out, but this feels different. It’s like he’s trying to tease every inch of me and lock it into his memory.
