And then, with nothing left between us—
I took her.
The water pounded against our backs, hot and relentless, but it couldn't quench the fire that had ignited between us. I pinned her against the slick tile wall, her legs still wrapped tight around my waist, her body a perfect, yielding canvas beneath my hands. Her skin was flushed, slick with water, and tasted of salt and desire. I licked a path down her throat, back to that mark I'd left earlier, sucking hard, relishing the way she arched against me, her grip tightening on my shoulders.
"Mine," I growled, the word a primal claim against her skin. I wanted her to understand, to feel the depth of my possession, the raw, unfiltered need that consumed me whenever she was near. I needed her to know that she was mine, completely and utterly.
