The water clung to them like a second skin, warm and viscous, blurring the line where their bodies ended and the pool began. Dorian still had Lily pinned against the cool, tiled wall of the infinity edge, his weight a heavy, comforting pressure that anchored her in the swirling turquoise. The city lights of the metropolis twinkled behind them, a thousand distant diamonds, but Lily’s world had shrunk to the size of the man pressing into her.
His mouth left hers, trailing a wet, searing path down her jawline to the sensitive dip of her neck. He bit softly, a sharp nip that made her arch her back, her breasts pressing firmly against the damp heat of his chest.
Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined you here?
Lily’s head fell back against the tile with a soft thud. Her breath cam
