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“Please,” he begs, giving me those irresistible puppy eyes he makes, but I stay strong.

“I said no, Prince. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Your rejection hurts me.”

Argh… straight to my heart.

Bastard…

“You know I want you, all the fucking time, but your body is covered in cuts.” I turn him so he faces away from me and go back to cleaning his back. “Sorry, but you need to heal.”

“Fine. If you’re not going to touch me, leave so I can touch myself.”

The little tease places a hand on the wall, stretches his body, curves his back, and starts touching himself.

Holy fuck!

“You’re playing dirty.”

“That’s not playing dirty,” the sexy menace says before turning around, slamming his body against mine, and sliding his hand over my pants, cupping my erection. “This is playing dirty.”

“You are a fucking monster,” I groan as my treacherous hips thrust, and he laughs. “Prince, I’m serious…”

He ignores me; his hands glide over my skin as he presses his lips to my chest. “Babe…” he moans. “Make love to me.”

And just like that, I break.

All the restraint I’ve held onto for weeks cracks, and I pull him against me, capturing his mouth with a hunger and a need that’s been eating me alive.

I kiss him roughly as the heat of the water turns to steam and the shower glass fogs.

I back him against the wall, my hands gripping his hips, careful with his healing wounds while I kiss him, hoping every stroke of my tongue, every desperate grip of my hands in his hair tells him everything my words can’t.

I turn off the main jet and switch on the overhead rainfall shower, enveloping us both in a steamy rain.

My clothes are now drenched, but I don’t care.

They won’t stay on me long, anyway.

My lips trace a path from his mouth, down his throat, to the arch of his neck, licking away the water dripping from his jaw.

Cillian shudders as a sigh escapes him… his fingers already lifting my damp shirt.

I step back and lean down so he can remove it, but as soon as the shirt is gone, my mouth is back on him.

We kiss, lick, nibble, and devour each other. The water makes his skin feel warmer and softer, and it is driving me insane.

Fuck!

I want to mark this man.

I want to bite him, kiss him, and lick him rough enough to leave my trace, to let others know he’s claimed.

But not today…

Today his body is already full of cuts and bruises… marks I intend to do everything I can to make disappear and never come back.

“Knox,” he breathes, his voice thick with a need that makes my cock throb.