Marie’s POV
A shiver ran straight down my spine. My heart thudded so hard I swore he could feel it through my back. I hesitated for only a moment, then slowly slid my feet apart, the water streaming between my thighs as I obeyed him. The position made me feel open, vulnerable, but the hunger twisting inside me drowned out my shame.
The second I moved, he caught my hands. His fingers wrapped firmly around my wrists, pulling them high against the cold wall. I gasped softly, feeling trapped, pinned, completely at his mercy. My palms pressed flat against the wet tiles as he held them there with one strong hand, locking me in place.
“Don’t move,” he murmured, his breath hot and heavy against my damp skin.
I nodded weakly, even though he couldn’t see my face. My eyes fluttered shut, my foreh
