My hand trembles as I touch his chest, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. He's so warm and solid. He trembles slightly under my touch, as his own hands roam my body. Gripping my hips, sliding up my back, pulling me flush against him.
The towel is a flimsy barrier, and I hate it.
I need his skin on mine.
He must feel the same way, because with a growl, he rips the towel away, letting it fall to the floor in a heap at my feet. I'm naked, exposed, but I don't feel vulnerable.
I feel wanted.
Cliff’s eyes rake over my body, hot and possessive, and I feel a pulse of heat through our bond that makes my nipples go painfully tight.
“Fuck, you're beautiful,” he murmurs, then he lifts me, his hands gripping my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
My back hits the cool tile of the wall, and I gasp at the shock of it.
He's hard, his cock pressing insistently against my core through the thin fabric of his jeans. I rock against him, seeking friction, and he groans, his hips bucking in response.
"Please," I whimper, my head falling back against the wall. "Cliff, please."
He doesn't make me wait. He frees himself, his cock springing hot and heavy against my thigh. Then he positions himself at my entrance, and for a moment, he holds himself there, teasing me.
Torturing me.
"Tell me what you want," he demands, his voice a low growl.
"Fuck me," I demand as I grab a handful of his dark hair, yanking hard. "Now."
A low, satisfied sound rumbles out of him, like that's exactly what he wanted.
His hips thrust forward, and he’s deep inside me. The swift motion steals my breath, and I grab his shoulders with my free hand.
Then he begins fucking me.
My pussy is filled completely, my body stretching in a way that's both familiar and new at the same time.
Without the fog of my heat, every sensation is sharp and clear, and completely overwhelming.
I can feel every inch of his hard length, the throbbing pulse of his heartbeat, as he fucks me against the wall.
My slick pours out of me with each thrust, soaking us both as his hips slap against mine with wet, rhythmic sounds. The obscene squelching of my arousal fills the room as he drives into me again and again.
I'm lost in the feel of him, every nerve ending lit up and screaming.
It’s so overwhelming, but I can feel what he feels in our bond. His need pours into my mind and mixes with my own until I can't tell them apart.
"Mine," he growls, his teeth nipping at my earlobe. "You're mine, Elowen. All mine."
"Yes," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He pounds into me, his movements becoming erratic, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. I can feel him swelling inside me, the familiar pressure of his knot building, and my own orgasm builds right behind it, so close it hurts.
"Come for me, omega," he commands, his voice a raw, primal sound. "Come all over that cock.”
And I do.
My body bows, a muffled sound pushing from my throat as my orgasm crashes over me. It tears through me so hard my vision whites out.
Cliff follows me over the edge, and with a groan, he presses into the curve of my neck, his knot swelling, locking us together. Right as my orgasm begin to subside, he bites down again—right over the sensitive scar of my mating bite.
