“Damn, you’re fucking perfect,” he murmured, and the seduction in his voice made my heartbeat quicken.
I could feel him moving closer, the heat radiating off his body enveloping me. His fingers slid out from inside me, teasingly slow, before I felt his cock pressing against my entrance. A mix of eagerness and nervousness built rapidly inside me as I inhaled sharply.
“Are you ready?” he whispered near my ear, his breath causing my skin to prickle with need.
“Yes,” I replied breathlessly, my voice barely above a whisper even to my own ears.
He pushed into me slowly, filling me completely, and I gasped at the overwhelming sensation as he slid his soaked fingers into my mouth for me to lick clean. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the water and the heat of his body block out every worry and fear. It all melted away as he filled me with his cock, replaced by an instinctual need to connect, to lose myself in this moment with each thrust as my tongue swirled around his fingers.
As he began to thrust deeper, I could feel the tension building again, the familiar tightness coiling within me as if teasing me to the brink of release. Each thrust was a mix of passion and urgency, his grip on my waist firm, contextualizing the fervor with which he desired me.
As he pulled his fingers out of my mouth, my breath came in uneven bursts, mixing into the melody of water and moans that filled the shower. Kellin’s fingers, powerful and sure, found their way around my hips, guiding me against him, urging me to move with him. The rhythm we created was intoxicating, and I allowed every ounce of focus to tunnel into the delicious sensations he sent coursing through my veins.
“Let go, Scarlett,” he growled, his voice deep and raw, contrasting the soft drumming of the water around us. “I want to feel you come.”
His words sent me over the edge, igniting every nerve in my body as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. I surrendered completely, losing myself in the depths of sensation, drowning in everything that was him and us.
“Just like that,” he encouraged, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as I tightened around him involuntarily, every part of me responding to his every thrust.
As the intensity built, it felt as if time had stopped, as if the world outside had faded completely. All that existed was our bodies moving in concert, two souls entwined. Then, just as I thought I might explode from pleasure, another crash of chaos erupted in my mind—the images flickering: blood, screaming, the edge of the woods behind the church.
“No!” I gasped, breaking the spell as panic clawed its way back to the forefront. I tensed, pulling away from him.
Kellin immediately stopped, concern etched into his features. “What’s wrong? What is it?”
Breathless and shaken, I fought to steady myself, uncertainty swimming in my chest. “I can’t… I can’t remember it all. I feel like I’m losing myself again.”
His grip softened as he pulled me closer, pressing his body against my back. “You’re right here with me, Scarlett. Just take a deep breath.”
I nodded, forcing myself to inhale deeply, the warm steam enveloping us both. Yet the memories wouldn’t relent, whispering the darker truths that lay hidden beneath the thrill of the moment.
As I stood caught between the chaos of my own mind and the warmth of his body, a single thought crystallized: I may havefound a moment of escape, but the shadows would continue to linger until I was ready to confront them.
Kellin's arms wrapped securely around me, anchoring me as the water cascaded over our skin. In that space, there was a part of me that believed maybe I wouldn’t have to face the past alone. Maybe, just maybe, holding onto him was a step towards reclaiming the lost pieces of my life—one tentative moment at a time.
I took another deep breath and whispered, “I just want to be free of it all.”
Kellin tightened his embrace, his breath hot against my ear as he breathed heavily. For a heartbeat, I leaned against him, letting his presence wrap around me as I fought to silence the chorus of memories threatening to drown me. I could feel his pulse steady and strong, a reminder of life and strength that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in my thoughts.
"Whatever happened, I’ll help you through it. But you have to trust me, Scarlett."
Trust. It was a word laden with weight, especially when I wasn't certain I could fully trust myself. Still, looking back at him—the depths of his eyes, the fierce lines of resolve etched sharply into his features—made it easier to imagine surrendering at least a fraction of my fears to him. I wanted to lean into the comfort of his words, let them wash over me and protect me, if only for a moment longer.
"Okay," I breathed, feeling a flicker of hope ignite within me.
Kellin released his grip slightly, slipping his hand to my chin and turning my face to look at him more directly. "That’s it," he said softly, a small smile breaking through the tension. "Breathe."
With a nod, I could at least acknowledge a small part of me was ready to let go of the weight I had been carrying. I wanted to believe that I could unspool the chaos threading through mymind while still feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against my back.
The shower’s heat began to fade, and I turned my head, seeking the warm touch of his mouth against mine once more. As our lips met, a tingle of anticipation danced across my skin, rekindling the spark that had briefly dimmed in the wake of my fears.
Kellin grasped my waist and lifted me slightly, shifting our connection as I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, allowing me to merge with his warmth fully. Holding onto each other, we drove deeper into intimacy, ignoring the lingering doubts and clutching at the moments when everything else felt far away.
“Are you ready for this?” he whispered, his breath mingling with the steam around us as the water continued to shower down.
A part of me wondered why he asked again, but as his hips pressed in slowly, I realized it was less about permission and more about shared vulnerability. With every thrust, he pushed me closer to the edge of both pleasure and self-discovery. I felt liberated by the intensity of our connection, as if we were crafting our own sanctuary within the chaos that existed just outside these bathroom walls.
Each inhale brought me closer to the kind of release I craved—not just physically but emotionally. Kellin moved with a fierce grace, and I could feel the voices in my head gradually becoming a distant echo as I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving with each thrust.
