I thrust deep once, twice, burying myself to the hilt as I came hard, spilling inside her with a guttural groan that felt torn from somewhere primal. My hips jerked with aftershocks, holding her pinned against the wall while we both rode out the intensity.
For long seconds, neither of us moved—just breathed, foreheads pressed together, water still cascading over us like it could wash away everything outside this moment.
Then slowly, carefully, I eased out of her and lowered her legs until her feet touched tile again. She swayed slightly, unsteady, and I caught her against me, arms wrapping around her waist to keep her upright.
We stood like that under the spray, letting water rinse away soap and sweat and the evidence of what we’d just done.
Eventually, she lifted her head, eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied, a small smile curving her lips.
“Still want lunch?” she asked, voice husky.
I laughed—low and rough—and kissed her forehead.
“Food can wait.”
I turned off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around her shoulders before scooping her up in my arms.
She laughed softly, surprised but not protesting, arms looping around my neck as I carried her out of the bathroom.
We were both still dripping wet, water trailing across the floor in small puddles, but neither of us cared.
I carried her straight to the bedroom and set her down on the edge of the mattress.
She looked up at me, eyes dark with renewed hunger, towel slipping off one shoulder.
“Again?” she asked, half-teasing, half-daring.
I dropped to my knees in front of her, hands sliding up her wet thighs.
“Again,” I confirmed, voice low and certain. “And again after that.”
Her breath hitched as I kissed the inside of her knee, then higher, tasting water and skin and her.
Because once I’d let myself have her—once I’d crossed that line—there was no going back.
No pretending this was temporary or casual or anything less than what it had become.
She was mine.
And I was hers.
And whatever waited outside these walls—whatever threats were coming—could burn, for all I cared.
Right now, in this moment, the only mission that mattered was making sure she never doubted exactly how much she was wanted.
How much she was needed.
How much she was mine.
I pushed her gently back onto the bed, following her down, already hard again and ready to prove it.
The day stretched ahead of us—full of danger, answers, and the unknown.
But for now?—
For right now?—
There was only this.
