Nicholas’s POV
“Nicholas, stop… I’m sore.”
Hazel’s voice came out soft and breathless, a mix of plea and warning. We were standing in the shower, her back pressed against my chest, warm water raining down on us. My arms were wrapped around her waist, hands roaming over her wet skin even though I knew I should behave. I couldn’t help it. After the night we had spent tangled in each other, claiming and marking and loving until the early hours, my body still craved her like she was air.
She tilted her head back against my shoulder, her wet hair sticking to my skin. “We spent all night doing it and you’re still this hard?” she asked, a hint of disbelief and amusement in her tone.
I chuckled low in my throat, the sound rumbling against her back. My c**k was pressed firmly against the curve
