“Understood.”
He inhales deeply, a subtle battle playing out in his eyes before he reaches out and seizes my waist with both of his hands. Effortlessly, he lifts me off him before setting me down on the bed beside him and rises, sitting on the edge of the bed. I draw the white sheet up my nude body, observing him as he stands and strides toward his ensuite completely naked, but just as he is about to enter, I call out to him.
“Reign?”
He halts at the threshold and side-eyes me over his shoulder.
“Where’s Chaos?”
He looks forward as he responds.
“He left early this morning to see his mom. You're stuck with me today.”
As the door closes behind him, the sound of the shower turning on fills the room, leaving me to ponder everything he said. Reign is incredibly closed off, and I can't help but wonder what his reasons are, or if this is just who he is. Has he ever been in love and experienced heartbreak? Given his age, it's certainly a possibility, right?
Is it wrong to want to pursue him further? To see a different side of him, one hidden from everyone else? I'm tempted to unravel the layers of his persona, to reveal what lies beneath. It could gosouth, but I can't shake the feeling that there's more to him than meets the eye, and I want to see it so badly.
I stare at the closed door, summoning my courage. With a deep breath, I throw the sheet aside and edge myself to the bed's edge. Standing up, I contemplate my next move. It's a gamble—either he'll tell me to leave, or he'll welcome me in. He's never invited me to shower with him before. With each step toward the door, tension builds in my chest. Gripping the handle, I push it down, bracing myself for whatever awaits on the other side.
As I step into the bathroom, the hot, thick mist envelops me, making it difficult for me to see clearly. The sound of the shower fills the room, its steady rhythm echoing off the tiled walls and with squinted eyes, I scan through the steam until I eventually make out his silhouette behind the misty glass.
He stands with his back to me, his huge skull tattoo that smothers the entirety of his back on display and his head is tilted back under the cascading water while he rakes his fingers through his dark hair. The intense heat of the shower has tinted his already bronzed skin a deeper shade, giving it a natural shine under the soft glow of the spotlights above.
I take cautious strides forward before gently pulling the door open and stepping inside, the warmth of the steamy air dampening my skin. As I approach him from behind, I feel a surge of nerves, but I push past them and press the front of my naked body against his back.
The stream of water now drenches both of us and he tenses momentarily, a subtle reaction to my unwanted presence, but I continue to push his limits by trailing my hands up the sculpted bumps of his abs until they reach his strong pecs.
He remains still, giving no resistance and allowing me to admire him. I press my lips against his wet back, and I feel a rush of desire surge through me, clouding my initial intentions since it wasn’t to be fucked hard, but it might be now. My hand moves downward, skimming over his pubic hair until I am wrapping my palm around his heavy length, tracing my fingers over each one of his piercings.
I find myself losing control to the intoxicating pull between us and reach further down with the other hand until I am grasping his big balls at the same time, relishing in the sensation of his hardening cock growing sturdy under my touch.
I feel the rumble against my lips as he pulls a deep growl from his chest. I want to feel him inside me again. I cannot get enough of how he fucks me savagely and how those piercings make me explode. I trace my tongue up and over his soft, tight, tattooed skin and slide my rigid nipples across his wet back, giving him the indication that I am truly needy for him.
He grasps my wrist and yanks me around in front of him before placing his hand on my chest and shoving me against the frigid tiles. We lock intense eye contact as he takes a short step toward me until his body is pressed on mine. I raise my chin as I gaze up at him and he brings his hands to my shoulders, slowly moving them up toward my neck.
He rakes his fingers through the underneath of my wet hair, his thumbs resting on my neck and as he dips his head down, he bends his fingers, gripping my hair tightly. His lips meet mine and when his tongue enters my mouth, we kiss wildly. I run my hands up the front of his toned body until I am wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. The more he thrusts his tongue deeper into my mouth, the wetter and more desperateI become, and he presses me hard against the wall, smothering my small frame.
He moves his hands down the curves of my body until he is wrapping his palms around the back of my thighs, and we temporarily break the kiss as he lifts me around him.
We resume the kiss as I hold onto him tightly, but just his big structure against mine holds me up regardless. When he reaches down between us, he positions his cock at my entrance and slides into me with one swift stroke.
I gasp in response to him filling me and both of our eyes grow heavy with dark desire. He digs his fingers into my wet ass before drawing his dick back and shoving it deep inside me again, enticing me to moan loudly. He plunges his tongue back into my mouth, stealing my cries and a rush of our powerful connection surges through me while he continues to fuck me hard against the shower wall until we are both caving to the ecstasy.
After Reign goes out for a run, I make my way downstairs to make myself something cold to drink. I descend the grand staircase before strolling into the living room, but when I see the kitchen in my sight from a distance, I catch a glimpse of Chaos and Reign's maid tidying up the space. I pause, feeling anxious about the fact that she witnessed me and Chaos fucking in that very spot.
As I pull Chaos’ shirt further down my thighs, I contemplate whether I should just go back upstairs and save myself theembarrassment. When she suddenly spots me, we make eye contact and my entire body freezes. Her eyes are relaxed but they wander down me briefly before returning to mine and she gives me a soft smile, instantly relaxing me.
That gives me the confidence to continue, and I find myself entering the kitchen. I pass her, open the refrigerator that blocks her view of me and grab myself a bottle of cold water. When I close it and turn around, she is right there in front of me, causing me to startle.
I stare at her with wide eyes as she analyzes my facial features and hair before softly reaching out and taking my long dark locks between her fingers.
«??? ????? ?????? ?? ???????».(She almost looks Russian.)
My brows rise and I smile gently before giving a small head shake.
"???."(No.)
Her eyes expand and they meet mine.
