The pressure under my skin intensifies, writhing beneath the surface as a reminder that he’s no longer confined. But he never takes it further than that, giving me a chance to acclimate what actually sharing a body could be like if we weren’t at war with each other.
Tilting her chin with our thumb, he forces Sabrina to look at him, at us. “Eyes on me, beautiful.” With the other hand, he thumbs her clit, pumping his fingers faster. “I want you to remember whose touch you can’t live without.”
Wetting her lips, she holds my gaze as her breathing quickens, nails biting into my shoulder as she comes, tightening around my fingers. Through every tremble that rocks through her body as she rides out her orgasm on my hand, she never looks away. Even when he brings our fingers to our lips, licking away the evidence of her pleasure and committing the taste to memory, her heated gaze stays firmly locked on ours.
“Freedom’s never tasted so sweet, angel.”
The shower head bursts off, clattering to the bottom of the tub as an onslaught of frigid water pours out of the pipe with the pressure of a firehose. Moment completely shattered, we both scramble to turn off the shower, tripping over each other in our haste. Her foot slips, swiping my leg out from under me, and only my demon’s preternatural reflexes manage to save her from a concussion. Snatching her arm and spinning, we go down hard with a wet smack, the back of my head hitting the bottom of the tub and her landing on top of me. Icy water pours down on us, too fast for the drain to keep up and I kick my foot around blindly as I sputter before finally finding the lever to shut off the water.
“I hate you so much. New rule, you don’t get any control over our limbs when it’s my turn.”
It’s not like I did it on purpose.
“That’s why I only said limbs, not the whole body. You can have... the belly button and left kidney.”
Sabrina swipes water off of her face, attempting to get up, only for her hand to slip on my wet stomach and crash back down with a wet slap of flesh. It sends her into a fit of laughter that’s contagious, and soon, neither of us can even make eye contact without devolving into another round, giving up our attempts to get up.
Barely able to suck in a breath, she haltingly wheezes, “I didn’t realize ‘can’t live without my touch’ was a threat and when you pulled out, you’d try to take me out, too.”
“You’re the one that slipped and kicked me!” I gasp between chuckles. “Can we still say it counted and scratch shower sex off the bucket list?”
Red faced, she can only manage a nod and a thumbs up. A good five minutes later when we can finally breathe, I lift her off of me, half-rolling her onto the floor so she can get her footing on less hazardous ground. I go to grab a towel, meeting thin air on the hook and hang my head in defeat.
“I thought your comment about drying off on Hunter’s shirt was just to rub your scent on it.”
Still chuckling, she carries on using it to swipe water from her body. “Nope, laundry day got skipped in all of the chaos. Are we really supposed to head to the warehouse in a little bit or was that part of the lie? We could always deal with that instead if we’re free for the rest of the night since the first plan didn’t work out.”
“Fuck the laundry.” With a mental roll of my eyes, I’m shoved out of the way as my demon takes over, intent on redeeming himself. Throwing her over our shoulder, he yanks open the door. “There’s no way in hellthatis how we’re leaving things between us.”
Unperturbed at the water dripping everywhere, he strides across the main space and into the bedroom, tossing her onto the mattress. “We aren’t leaving this cabin until my scent becomes a permanent part of your skin.”
Chapter 10
Sabrina
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