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Time bled away as he fucked her against that wall, every motion slow and gentle. As they moved as one, his hands caressed her body. The way he touched her felt like worship and possession, as if he was asserting his claim on her. Their breathing sped up to the same rapid pace, and soon their bodies were moving quicker too.
Loren could feel nothing but Darien as he thrusted into her, every movement now hard and deep. His fingers dug into her skin as he rolled his hips against hers, the angle he chose causing his pelvis to grind into her clit, the feeling doubled by the wall at her back, the firm and unyielding surface deepening every brutal thrust he dealt to her body. She clung to him, fingernails digging into his back. His muscles shifted under her grip as he pounded into her, the both of them sprinting toward the same end, pleasure sparking between them.
“You like that?” Darien’s voice was husky, his face so close to hers that his breath fanned her mouth, hot as the steam.
“Yes.” The one word was a gasp. The word he loved to hear her say, especially when they were tangled up in each other like this.
“Good girl.” His movements sped up. Deepened. Every thrust turned desperate. Greedy.
She slipped against the shower wall, but his hold on her didn’t falter.
“I’ve got you,” he said.
She pressed her face into his chest, holding on as pleasure tightened every muscle in her body, her insides squeezing him snug, her lower back digging into the stone. Her pulse thundered everywhere, his own beating just as strong under her cheek.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. She would drown herself in this moment—would willingly drown herself in him.
His hand found her hair, pulling her head back as he covered her mouth with his. When he broke the kiss, he stayed close, lips still grazing hers. “Fuck, Loren.” He pounded into her, every movement brutal, her ass slapping against the stone. “Fuck.”
Together, they went, their climax finding them at the same time as he drove himself home with one last thrust, his cock slamming into that sweet spot way, way inside her, a dart of heat arrowing up into her belly as he found his release. She cried out, toes curling in the air, her thighs squeezing his waist.
Darien shook against her, his hands gripping her thighs hard, her name floating off his lips in a low snarl as he continued to fuck her, not slowing down.
With his hips still thrusting into her, a second wave of pleasure crested, so soon after the first that the two blended together.
Darien watched her the whole time as her orgasm worked its way through her, her body quivering with pleasure. “Good fucking girl,” he breathed, grinding into her hard, every movement precise and quick.
Until, finally, she went limp, her head falling forward against his chest. He fully supported her weight, the muscles in his arms trembling faintly, not from exhaustion, she knew, but from release.
For a long time, he held her as she clung to him, water jetting around them. Her cheek was stuck to his chest, and her hands fluttered where they clutched his shoulders. She could feel his heart pounding, every steady thump vibrating through her own chest. He kept one hand under her ass, supporting her weight, the other hand buried in her hair at the back of her head.
And then that hand tightened. Gently, he tugged her head back so he could look at her face. Her sweaty face, the temperature of the water turning her skin rosy.
“What are you looking at?” she croaked. She was out of breath.
“You,” he panted. “Am I not allowed to look at you?”
She squirmed, causing his cock that was still stiff inside her to twitch.
He swore from the feeling, hand tightening on her waist to still her movements.
Loren shrugged in answer to his question. “I can’t help but wonder what you’re thinking when you do it,” she said.
“I’m always thinking the same thing.” Carefully, he moved a strand of hair that was clinging to her cheek with sweat and water aside. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” He kissed her forehead and mumbled against her skin, “And I’m the luckiest man alive.”
“You must be getting tired of me by now.”
“I’d be the biggest idiot in the world if I ever got tired of you.” He pulled out of her then, the sudden movement causing her to wince. He set her on her feet, water splashing, but kept his hands on her hips, holding her until he was convinced she had found her balance, she knew. His attention snagged on the cum that was running down the insides of her thighs. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he growled, thumb rubbing a line through it. “I could never get tired of this either.”
If her face wasn’t already rosy from the heat and the sex, she would’ve blushed.
Darien nudged her into the stream of water. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
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“You know I can walk on my own, right?” Loren asked as Darien carried her out of the bathroom. She was wearing her pajamas, and as for himself, he had pulled on a pair of gray pants that were breathable and didn’t irritate him when he slept.
“Your legs are buzzing,” he replied.
