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She leans in, and I claim her mouth in a slow, thorough kiss. I bite her lower lip, sucking it into my mouth, before trailing my lips down her jawline, nipping at the sensitive skin just below her ear. I kiss the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse racing against my lips. I move lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone, before spinning her around to face the wall.

I place her hands flat against the slick tiles. “Don't move,” I tell her.

Stepping closer to her, I line the head of my cock with her entrance, teasing her with the tip.

“You want this?” I growl, pressing the tip in a little further between her folds.

“Yes,” she gasps, pushing back against me. “I want all of it.”

Holding her hip with one hand, I guide my cock into her with the other. The sensation is enough to rob me of coherent thought. She’s tight and wet, her heat enveloping me. I sink in deeper, burying myself to the hilt. I pause for a moment, letting her adjust to the stretch, feeling the pulse of her walls around me.

Then, I start to move. I pull out until just the head remains inside before thrusting forward hard, slapping my hips against her ass. The water cascades down my back, lubricating the friction between us. I set a pace that isn't about rushing to the finish, but about drawing out every second of pleasure.

I reach around her body, my fingers finding the sensitive nub of her clit. I rub it in tight circles, matching the pace of my strokes. Her breathing turns ragged, little whimpers escaping her throat. I can feel her internal muscles beginning to flutter.

“Not yet,” I growl into her ear, biting the lobe.

Pulling out slowly, I turn her around to face me. Her eyes are glazed and her cheeks flushed. I lift her up, her legs wrapping instinctively around my waist. I press her back against the shower wall, the water spraying over my shoulder. I guide my cock back into her entrance, sliding in inch by inch.

I watch her face as I thrust into her, seeing the mix of pleasure and exhaustion. I kiss her again, swallowing her moans. I need to fill her up, mark her from the inside out.

Adjusting my angle, I grind my pelvis against her clit with every stroke. The friction builds again, a slow burn that ignites rapidly. She digs her nails into my shoulders, her head falling back. I look down at where we’re joined, watching my thick cock disappear into her perfect pussy.

“Alexei,” she moans.

“Take it,” I order against her mouth, driving into her harder, faster. “Take every inch.”

She's perfect, and completely mine. Her fingers lock around my neck as I fuck her faster, cupping her ass in my hands. Her inner walls grip me like a vise, and the world narrows to just us and the beating of our hearts.

I rock into her, pulling my entire length out and then pushing it back in. I want her to feel all of me. She digs her nails into my back, her taut nipples sliding against my chest. I fuck her with increasing urgency until she throws her head back, crying out from pleasure. Her pussy ripples around my throbbing cock, and with one final push, I explode inside of her, her pussy milking every drop of my cum.

When the spasms subside, I lower her carefully to the floor. I turn off the water and step out of the shower. Steam drifts around us as I help her out. Water glistens across her flushed skin, droplets clinging to the curve of her breasts and the soft swell of her stomach. I grab an oversized plush towel from the rack and snap it open, stepping behind her.

I drape the towel over her shoulders and press it against her neck, absorbing the water there before moving down her arms. I lift one arm, then the other, running the cloth along the soft skin of her inner elbows and her wrists.

Moving to her front, I kneel so my face is level with her belly. I pat the water from her stomach, taking a moment to press my lips against the damp skin there, feeling the warmth of her against my mouth. I work my way down her thighs, behind her knees, and down to her ankles, lifting each foot to dry them thoroughly.

When I stand, I towel off her back, the fabric dragging gently over her spine, and then finish with her hair, squeezing the excess water from the ends until it hangs in damp, dark waves around her face.

I take a second towel and run it roughly over my own chest and arms, shaking the water from my hair. I’m still damp, but I hardly notice. My focus remains fixed on Maggie.

By the time we make it back to bed, she’s struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Tired?” I ask.

She yawns and leans into me. “I think I'm exhausted all the way down to my bones.”

I pull back the blankets and wait while she climbs beneath them. She tucks herself against my side and rests her head over my heart, where she belongs.

I wrap an arm around her and press a kiss to the top of her head. “Goodnight, kotyónok.”

“Goodnight,” she murmurs sleepily. She tilts her head back just enough to look at me. “Alexei?”

“Yes?”

“I can't picture doin' this with anybody else.”

Emotion swells in my chest.