I gasped as he touched me there, the pressure enough to make me tremble. He watched me through hooded eyes, lips parted slightly, and I could feel the tension in the air thicken. I wanted him to touch me more, to make come so hard I screamed his name.
But Felix stepped back, just enough to let me step into the shower. The heat of the water hit me, and I felt every inch of my body buzzing from the closeness we’d just shared. He followed me in moments later, his bare body pressing against my back.
His hands found my soapy body, his fingers tracing over wet skin and slippery bubbles. I moaned, leaning back against him, letting the water rinse over us as he continued his exploration. The feel of his hands on me was a drug, addictive and powerful. With every gentle touch, my eyes drifted closed in bliss.
He leaned in, lips hovering near mine, his voice a low growl. “I know exactly what you need,” he murmured, each word heavy with possession and intent. “And you’ll only get it from me. No one else will touch you.”
Heat pooled in my chest, my breath catching as my body reacted before my brain could. I was flustered, desperate, and unbearably aware of how much I wanted him—how much I needed him—right here, right now.
Our bodies met with a sigh, and his hands found my hips, pressing me against his growing erection. He groaned low in his throat, biting down on his lip as he thrust into me.
I could feel the heat from his breath against my neck as he whispered dirty things against my skin. Things that made my body shudder with need. I moaned in response, arching back into him as he took control of the moment.
The water sluiced over us, the sound of it mixing with the pounding of our hearts and the low grunts of pleasure. Felix’s hands dug into my skin, holding me close as he took me hard against the tiles of the bathroom wall.
My body shook with each thrust, my gasps catching in my throat as he took me without mercy. And somehow, it felt right. Like this was where I belonged, in his arms, feeling every inch of him inside me.
With a final thrust that had me crying out in pleasure, he held me tight against him as we both found release. Felix painted my insides white as my walls clamped around him, my body trembling as pleasure shot through me like fireworks igniting the night sky.
Our breaths came out ragged, our skin glistening with sweat and water droplets as we clung to each other. Felix’s hands were firmly planted on the wall beside my head as he leaned into me, kissing my neck softly as his heartbeat slowed down again.
I froze for a second, the intensity of him pressing into me leaving me breathless—and then realized I didn’t want it to stop. Not ever.
The thought alone was enough to make my my pulse race, and I knew we had crossed a line neither of us could come back from.
Chapter 23
Felix
Fucking Tessa without a condom was heaven. Her warmth directly against my cock, every shiver and gasp sending sparks straight through me—it was driving me insane. Every instinct I had told me to claim her, to make her mine in ways no one else ever could.
There was, however, one thing I hadn’t expected. Being this close to Tessa—feeling her, smelling her, knowing she was mine in ways I couldn’t resist—had awakened a breeding kink. Something primal, possessive, dangerous. I hadn’t even realized I had one until now.
When we were having sex, I had to fight to keep control, so I didn’t whisper filthy things about getting her pregnant. I had managed to hold back so far, but my resolve was slipping. Every brush of her skin, every breath she took against me, made it harder to control the dark, possessive thoughts swirling in myhead. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, and it terrified—and excited—me in equal measure.
I wondered if she was on birth control. There were no pills when I had grabbed her things, but maybe she had the shot or an IUD. My mind raced, cataloging possibilities, and I made a mental note to check her medical records later. Everything about her felt like something I needed to know.
And if she wasn’t on any… well, she was going to end up pregnant with my baby really soon.
I pulled out my phone. Might as well put Dino to work.
Can you pull medical records for Tessa Sanders?
I tapped my fingers on the desk, waiting for the reply, but my mind wasn’t on the task. It was on her. Every detail of her I could remember, every shiver, every glance, every sharp intake of breath. She had this way of getting under my skin, making me want things I didn’t usually allow myself to want.
Control was supposed to be my forte, but with her, it felt fragile, like it could shatter at any moment. The thought made my pulse spike. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to claim her. And damn it, I wanted her closer than anyone had ever been.
I scrambled for my phone when the text message notification went off.
Oh, I live for digging up dirt.
I rolled my eyes, suppressing a smirk. Dino never did anything halfway. Even when Tessa was technically a nobody in our world, he had to make it theatrical.
“You’re never the earliest,” Rocco commented as he walked into the warehouse office with Emilio and Vincenzo. “Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you early to anything.”
“I prioritize efficiency over punctuality,” I said, giving him my best ‘don’t-question-me’ smirk. Translation: I rolled out of bed thirty minutes ago and somehow still look like I own the place.
It got a chuckle out of Emilio, but Rocco saw right through my bullshit. He’d been with me in the womb, for crying out loud—he knew every excuse, every half-truth, every time I tried to talk my way out of trouble.
