I bit his lower lip.
“Move.”
He moved.
Wet skin. Cold air. My legs locked around his waist. His c**k still stretching me with every step like he wanted me to feel exactly how far from careful he was willing to go now that I had asked him.
By the time my back hit the mattress, water was dripping from both of us onto the sheets.
I did not care.
He did not care either.
He hovered above me, broad and soaked and breathing hard, his hair falling over his forehead, his eyes still on mine and his mouth still curved in that smile.
That real one.
The one I wanted burned into my head instead of Ermes’s voice.
The first thrust was still too gentle.
I made an annoyed sound and grabbed his face.
“Liam.”
“I’m trying not to—”
“I know. Stop trying so hard.” I told him and bit into his neck, r
