Debbie
The water was roaring against the tiles, but Rain’s growl was louder. The moment he thrust into me, the world outside that shower ceased to exist. It wasn't like anything I had felt before. This was the rut—raw, unfiltered, and violent.
He didn't move with rhythm; he moved with a desperate, animalistic need. Each thrust was a heavy, bone-deep impact that forced the air from my lungs. I clung to his wet shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he pinned me against the wall. The friction was intense, the heat between us clashing with the spray of the water.
"Rain," I gasped, my head tossing back.
"Shut up," he rasped, his voice a dark, jagged edge near my ear. "You asked for this. Don't you dare tell me to stop."
"I'm not telling you to stop," I managed to scream over the noi
