She tilted her head, exposing her throat, and he scraped his teeth over her skin, sucking and nibbling. He licked drops of water off her jaw as he followed their heated tracks. Her nipples beaded against the tiles and she pushed back, searching for more.
He bit her harder, his teeth clamping over her shoulder, and she gasped, liquid need pooling low in her core.
James’s hand slid around to cradle her belly, his fingers spread wide, grazing over the top of her mound, a whisper of sensation. So close to where she wanted it, but still far too far away. God, she needed him.
She whimpered, and he responded, pressing his hips closer, pulling her in tight with his spread hand. Finally, she could feel him, hard and ready. He ground against her, still kissing her jaw, her throat, her shoulder, her arm. Rousing all her senses with growing pleasure.
His Shadows wrapped around her right ankle, and then the left. He guided her legs further apart and then held them there, spread open and pinned as tendrils of Shadow slid up her inner thighs, inflaming every nerve ending in their path.
James’s hands left her hips—even as his Shadows held her—and she opened her eyes to see that he’d reached for the silicone lube. “Tell me more about those preferences of yours,” he murmured.
Riley shuddered. His Shadows had reached her groin. Slick tendrils were flirting over her flesh, parting her folds.Playing.But James had asked her a question. “Riley?” he prompted.
“I prefer—” she broke off with a gasp. His slick fingers had returned, sliding over her clit in slow circles. Slow, perfect, never-ending circles.
It was too slow. Too much. Not enough. She neededmore. “I prefer you stop torturing me and fuck me,” she panted.
James chuckled, his fingers falling into a smooth rhythm, circling and spiraling. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll get there.”
“Mmhmm.” She couldn’t find words. But she could find her Shadows. She sent them stroking over his strong arms, the muscles bunching as he held her. She let them unfurl, coiling around his waist, over his back, teasing over his arse, and then sliding between their bodies to find his heavy cock.
He shuddered, pressing deeper, hips rocking, but he didn’t pause his torment. His Shadows and his fingers worked together to rub and part and tease, but never more. She groaned, trying to widen her stance, but his Shadows held her firm.
James responded by sending a flurry of winding Shadows up to cradle her breasts and pluck at her aching nipples. Her breaths were rough pants against the tiles. Her entire body was coiled and desperate. “I’m ready, James. Please.”
Finally. God, finally. His fingers slipped inside her. Curled and seeking, gliding over her swollen, desperate inner flesh. He nipped at her throat. “Come for me, baby.”
She tightened her Shadows around his cock, reveling in the desperation of his needy moan. “Not until you’re inside me.”
“I need a condom,” he murmured. “Give me this one, and then I’ll get it.”
“Don’t…. don’t get a condom.”
He stilled. “Don’t?”
“I want you as you are. Right now.”
“I…. God. Are you sure?” James's body tensed around hers. “I got tested the first day I met you. And there hasn't been anyone else. I promise.”
“I’m completely certain.” Riley watched him over her shoulder. She needed to look into his eyes. “I have an implant. And I want this.”
James spun her, his hands and Shadows turning her frantically to press her back against the wall. His lips came down on hers, desperate and consuming, as his Shadows flooded out of him in a billowing wave.
His Shadows clamped tight on her nipples as his hand slid between their bodies, fingers gliding over her pulsing clit once more. Driving her back to the shimmering high she’d been so close to.
He lifted one of her legs, keeping her secure between his body and the wall. And then, never breaking their kiss, pressed into her.
She was surrounded by heat, mist, and falling water. James’s mouth was on hers, his body inside hers. His Shadows circled, streaming over her skin, touching every part of her, as the pleasure rose steadily between them.
Her entire existence was concentrated in this perfect moment.
They moved together, sharing air, murmuring praise and pleas. The steady rocking of his body into hers drove her higher. Heating. Tightening. Fully, euphorically alive.
Their Shadows sought each other, found that potent, primal connection, andjoined.
He was her and she was him and everything wasthem. The rush of pleasure pulled her out of her body and thrust her into a soaring wave of rolling ecstasy. And when he whispered her name, she came.
She screamed, body arching, and her orgasm set him free. He throbbed inside her, spilling with heavy shuddering thrusts as he climaxed with the same shattering release.
