We looked around the room and then back at each other. Were we really about to give in to our emotions surrounded by blood, gore, and dead bodies?
“Fuck it, they’re already dead,” I pulled his head down to crush his lips against mine. That was all the permission he needed. He cupped my ass again and lifted me up. The water made it easier for him to hold onto my weight. I was raised out of the water slightly, exposing my breasts to the cold air.
My nipples pebbled instantly, and Desi grinned at the sight, leaning down to take one into his mouth. I relaxed my head back and savored his tongue running down my nipple and his teeth gently nipping the tip. I bucked, and one of his hands reached down to explore my sex.
My core started to ache, and I tightened, trying to deal with the pain. I reached down and helped his hand find where I wanted. He let out a low chuckle when he discovered I was already slick with need.
“How long have you been wet like this?” he asked.
“Since you turned around and I saw the glint of your necklace against your chest,” I said.
“Okay, now who’s being fucking poetic?” he laughed, then slid a finger into me.
I gasped, and he paused, making sure that I really was okay with this. I nodded and bucked against him again, clueing him into what I wanted. He began pulling in and out, and soon one finger turned into two.
“You miss this?” he asked. “I knew none of those men were pleasing you like I can,” he said into my ear. His tongue flicked against my lobe and then began trailing down my neck. “How long has it been since you properly came?”
I reached for his cock, still rigid and ready. “I need you,” Gasping. I pushed his hand away, and he frowned.
“Already? I wasn’t done.”
“Yes,” I growled.
Without another word, he walked me to the edge of the tub and pressed me against the wall. We readjusted, and he nudged my head to the side with his nose. I closed my eyes as he entered me, and I really found heaven.
Nothing felt like Desi did when we were connected in this way. He was the only one who did what he did to me. He knew how to tease, torture, and please me in such a way that as he thrusted deep into me, I was reminded of how much I fucking loved this cursed man.
“God, you’re so fucking unbelievable,” he gasped as he continued his steady rhythm. “I forgot how this felt. You and I, we’re fucking end-game, baby.” Our lips met, and our tongues tangled as he palmed my breasts with one hand and pulled my hair with the other. I held on to him, my hand on his lower back as he thrusted into me with a ferocity that I craved.
Despite the water washing the blood off of him, I could still smell it. His skin smelled like blood, his cologne, and cinnamon. Suddenly, with little warning, my body exploded! I gasped and then screamed as my orgasm overtook me in such powerful waves that I couldn’t handle it, and I bit down on his chest.
My fangs sunk into him, and he inhaled quickly, only once. He kept moving, helping me to ride my orgasm out and slowly savor it. I drank from him, but only until I stopped coming, at which I pulled out and slumped against him for a moment.
“Are you alright?” he chuckled. “Has it really been that long?”
“You don’t even know,” I sighed. My entire body was filled with warmth. I felt like I could be glowing with how good I felt.
“Oh, I think I do.”
I looked up at him then. I had all but forgotten about our newest connection. His eyes were large, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on what he was thinking, but all I felt at that moment was his love pouring from everything he could.
“Can we move?” he asked suddenly. I blinked.
“Sure, what do you want to do?”
He removed his cock from inside of me. “Turn around.”
I did as told. I felt his hands on my hips, and he spread my legs apart with his feet. I did what he wanted, and his hands found my core again. I enjoyed how he touched me with expert fingers. A moment later, his cock was pressing against me. I arched my back, and he slid into me with ease.
He began a steady rhythm, but then, I felt a hand on my ass, and my eyes went wide when I felt his fingers spread my cheeks and press against something we hadn’t exactly discussed before.
He felt me stiffen, and he paused. “Is this… alright?”
“Um, I don’t know,” I said honestly.
“I don’t know as in a violation or in a we’ve never tried this before situation?” he asked, as his thumb ran over the apparently highly sensitive spot. I was a little taken aback by how much I didn’t hate it.
“The second one,” I gasped as he leaned forward and began kissing my bare neck.
