My throat tightens as he grabs me by the arm and presses me down on my back. I can feel each tile, each crack, each seam pressing against my skin as I look up at him, my jaw agape.
His eyes burn with unreadable intensity.
“If you cannot wash yourself, inmate, I’ll do it for you.”
Like I belong to him, he spreads my legs with his hand, and the next thing I feel is the unflinching spray of waterthere. The place I’ve touched myself before but with no success. Only his tongue was able to make it happen.
A breath catches in my throat as I marvel up at his massive form, pinning me down with ease using only a single hand while ‘washing’ me with his other. His expression is stony, but there’s something else. Cracks beginning to form?
A muscle twitches in his neck. His cheek twitches as he sweeps my body with his eyes.
Does he hate what he’s doing to me? Or does he love it? For the life of me, I can’t tell.
But he is stimulating my most sensitive spot with the showerhead, and my body begins to bloom again. The cold water might as well be boiling as my back arches off the tile. Without thinking, I find my breasts with both hands and squeeze.
God, what am I doing? I’m a wild animal, still buzzing from what he did to me in the visitor’s room.
My first orgasm…
Something I never thought would happen. And now I can feel another approaching.
Splash, splash splash.Is it the water? Or is it…me?
I’m closing in on it again. On that place where he brought me that shone like the stars.
But I’m fighting it.
Why? I don’t know. It just feels…wrong.
I barely know this man. I’m not even sure he cares about me, yet he seems obsessed with my body.
“You’re a bad little angel, aren’t you?” he asks, leaning in, unmistakable lust in his eyes. There’s a bulge between his pants that I try to ignore, but just seeing it is like a high dose of adrenaline.
He leans in closer, the water persisting, massaging my middle, my little secret nub that only he has seen. Each little circle, each precise flick pulls me closer and closer. I pant harder, desperate for air.
His hand moves to my back, pulling me closer. His lips part, and time seems to slow down as I realize what’s about to happen.
He’s going to kiss me!
And he knows he can because Killian Rew can do whatever he wants, and just knowing that sends a distinctly feminine thrill through my body. The last thought I have before our mouths meet is,I hope he likes it.
Our lips touch.
My first kiss.
Strange it would happenaftermy first orgasm.
He captures my mouth with his, hungrily pressing his tongue against mine, rolling and teasing with soft flicks that ignite my nervous system.
I don’t even know what to do. This is all foreign to me. So I accept it and allow all these new sensations to fill me up.
At this rate…I’m going to come again. The war going on within me continues to rage, and I fight against the storm growing inside me. But it’s no use. I’m beyond the point of no return.
Killian feels it too. He growls into my throat, tightening his grip on my back. Everything swells in me. My nerve endings ignite, thunder claps, and it happens again.
My body rocks, seizing off the floor. I thrash wildly, but Killian presses a firm palm against my chest, holding me down as wave upon wave of pure bliss crashes into me.
My head snaps back. A scream catches in my chest as my body goes tight. I hopelessly reach for something to grip but find nothing. My arms flail wildly, and I feel a sting against my palm and gasp.
