I tried to move closer, but his hands held me firmly in place. Instead, he turned me around until his chest pressed against my back. He adjusted himself, and his erection moved along my core. My heart pounded harder. This was the position I knew he craved when he was in this mood, the one that turned him on more than any other. In the time we had been together, he had tried to temper this urge, afraid of where it would lead. And every time he resisted it, I wanted it even more. And now it was finally happening.
He moved my wet hair to one side and tasted my neck.
“This way,” he whispered. “This time I want you this way. Hard.”
His ragged breaths sent a shiver through me. Gently, he bent me forward, placing my hands on the ledge in front of us for support. His hands slid over my back and sides, his erection stroking along my core. I shifted to press against him harder, and his breath came out in a hiss. One of his hands left my back, and he positioned himself at my entry, teasing me.
“You own me. I want to own you, too.”
Before I had time to make sense of these words, he entered me in one, hard thrust, and our cries echoed through the room. He stilled, stroking my back, as my body adjusted to his size. His voice rumbled from his chest as he spoke. “Only you, Caroline. You’re mine.”
His hands wrapped around my hips and held on hard as he drove into me again. Swedish words tumbled out of his mouth, and I heard my name mixed in with them. I wanted everything I knew he could give me, harder, faster.
“Niklas,” I moaned, moving my hips against the powerful grip of his hands.
“Again,” he panted. “Beg me for more.”
“Please, Niklas.”
His next words were ragged and indecipherable. He drew back and thrust again in long, powerful strokes. Pleasure reached through my body, each stroke a momentary relief before the desire built further inside. My legs shook, and my hands slipped from the ledge as my body registered the onslaught of pleasure that threatened to overtake me. Niklas’s voice broke through the haze.
“On your knees, Caroline,” he gasped. “Please.”
The last word held a note of desperation. He released me, and I knelt down on the smooth, warm tiles of the shower floor. Niklas knelt down behind me. He widened my knees, exposing me, teasing me with his hand. His powerful thighs brushed against mine and I could feel him, ready, behind me. He leaned forward and brought my hair away from my face, caressing the back of my neck. With a low moan, he entered me again.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I fell down onto my elbows. The sounds of the water mingled with my own cry as I bowed my head. He owned me. I would do anything for him at that moment. The idea floated in what was left of my conscious thoughts, delicious and frightening.
I looked over my shoulder for a glimpse at Niklas. His neck arched and his mouth hung open in ecstasy, but he stopped himself before he went over the edge. He braced my hips in his large hands and began to move. His jaw tightened in his attempts to maintain control. I tilted my hips in invitation, and I felt him jolt behind me.
“I’m yours, Niklas,” I whispered.
I didn’t know if he heard me at first. He thrust hard and deep and let out a growl.
“Again,” he groaned.
“I’m yours. Only yours.”
He stopped. I felt his heavy body lower over mine, and his lips brushed my neck.
“Yes, you are,” he breathed.
He lifted me by my shoulders, pulling my weight off my elbows. Keeping us joined, he sat me back on his lap. He spread his legs and mine, burying himself deeper into me. He wrapped his arms around me, one large, rough hand on my thigh and the other between my legs. His chest pressed hard against my back, and his breath rang in my ear.
I lifted my body and sank down as he thrust up to meet me. The hand on my thigh moved to my waist, bracing me for the next thrust.
“Oh, yes.” The words slipped out of my mouth as I raised myself up for more. I closed my eyes, feeling his slick body and the water raining down on them. His movements lost our controlled edge, and my body responded. I hovered at the point of bliss, gasping, my fingers clawing for something to hold onto, to keep me from losing all sense of myself. Then, with one hard thrust everything inside me exploded.
Niklas cried out from above me, long and low and heavy, his arms pulling me against him. I quivered, aftershocks rolling through me in tiny waves. After a moment, he rested his head on my shoulder, the rough whiskers of his jaw scraping against me. He kissed my neck, letting his lips rest on my wet skin.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I nodded.
“Shit, that was intense,” he said under his breath.
I nodded again, too tired to speak.
“We’re going to run out of warm water soon,” he said.
