The mirror rattles when I arch into him, bumping the back of my head. The sound is sharp, almost violent… Thrilling. He releases my hands, and I dig my nails into his shoulders, pulling him closer as I chase something I can’t quite name.
Maybe just a ferocious craving to be filled?
Whatever it is, I can’t stop it.
I can only satisfy it.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he breathes against my neck, voice shaking ever so slightly.
“I’ll try my best,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers in his hair.
His following thrust is undeniably punishment for my smart mouth. I use my hand to catch myself from sliding backward into the sink. Water bursts to life behind me, the faucet catching me and spraying wildly into the basin, chilly against my back.
Now everything is slick.
Messy.
Out of control.
Fucking perfect.
“What do you feel?” Kieran asks, a slight growl in his throat.
The edge of the counter bites into the backs of my thighs as he shifts. I grasp at the sink and faucet to keep myself steady, knuckles surely going white as the cold water washes over my fingers.
The roughness in his voice pushes me over the edge far too quickly. I can’t respond with anything more than a broken sound that makes his grip turn bruising and his body press harder, like he’s trying to fuse us together.
And that is exactly what I want right now.
This feeling…
But never ending.
“Answer me.”
“I feel—fuck. You. Oh my god,” I reply breathlessly, a nuclear bomb of an orgasm still detonating in my core. “All of you. Give it to me. Don’t stop.”
Kieran’s reaction to my pleas is immediate. His entire body tenses, but he pushes through it, groaning my name as if I handed him exactly what he wants. I can’t tell if it’s agony or ecstasy he’s in, though neither option is displeasing.
Every finishing movement holds an echo of his raw power, each gasp still lingering in the air. I can even hear skin against skin, every impact pushing me over the edge, every sound impossible to ignore. Burned into my mind. Memorized…
“You’re not walking away from this,” he murmurs, voice low and wrecked. “Us. We keep saying it, but we really mean it.”
My heart slams against my ribs. “I know.”
How can I leave now?
I don’t want to.
Not when he looks at me like I’m everything.
Not when I feel like he’s showing me the truth.
I’m already too far gone.
“Don’t stop,” I breathe.
His smile turns possessive.
