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My hand wraps around him, stroking up and down his hot length. His breath quickens, and he locks eyes with me in anticipation.
I take a step back into the shower as an inviting gesture, and he follows me hungrily, towering over my petite frame with a look of awe plastered on his face.
The burning water cascades over us and heats my skin as he presses me harder against the tiled wall.
"Are you okay?" he questions, peering into my eyes with genuine concern.
I nod, and he crashes our lips together with an intensity that steals my breath away.
I gasp as his hands move up my legs and firmly grip my bottom, sending an electrifying shiver through my body. His touch is addictive, and I tilt my head back in pleasure as he trails kisses along my neck.
He takes a bar of soap, lathering it between his palms until the suds turn into a thick cream. Tenderly he washes every inch of my skin, making sure to linger between my thighs.
My breathing quickens with anticipation, and I moan in appreciation as he moves his hand in slow circles over my sex. His chest is adorned with intricate tattoos, black and bold against his tanned skin. The artwork captivates me with its perfect blend of colors, and I nearly burn from the inside out with desire.
The water cascades down his hard body, and I trace my fingers through the dark hair that leads down to his cock, mesmerized by its size. He lathers shampoo gently into my hair, massaging my scalp until all traces of dried blood have gone. Red swirls circle the drain before disappearing forever as he gently massages conditioner in my hair. As I rinse out the suds, I feel like I'm being pulled back into the moment again, hypnotized by his touch.
“You are so goddamn beautiful, Ava. So, fucking beautiful. You are my goddess.” His voice is rough with need as he runs his hands over my curves, grasping me tightly as if I were precious gold. His mouth greedily kisses me, and his eyes smolder with a deep hunger.
My body trembles as I feel an unknown fervor within me--a passion that I have never experienced before, and it courses through my veins like liquid fire. Any restraint I still had evaporated, and I need to touch him. I need to feel him touching me.
My chest heaves uncontrollably as I explore him, tracing the contours of his muscles and memorizing every inch of his body. I let my hand drift down, and my grip tightens around his hard erection as I take over, giving him back all the pleasure he has shown me. His hard cock throbs under my hand.
He shudders and growls my name rough through gritted teeth as I stroke him slowly and firmly, increasing the pressure as I feel him getting harder than before. His body tightens beneath me as if about to explode. His skin tightens under my touch as he calls out my name in a strained groan. “Ava, your hands feel so good, baby.”
His moans captivate me, urging me to keep touching him. I feel his body trembling with anticipation, his breath growing heavier. Gradually, I apply more pressure, coaxing him closer to the edge.
He stops me with a gentle hand, opening his eyes to meet mine. He reaches behind me, turns the shower off, and takes my hand. He leads me out of the shower and gently pats my skin dry with a towel, being careful around my stitches.
I freeze for a moment as he leans close and plants soft kisses on each scar left by the killer. With every kiss, it is like he is reminding me that I will never belong to anyone else, as if his lips are speaking an unspoken promise that only he can deliver.
He presses his lips to every part of my body that the towel touches. I watch as he dries himself off, and I impatiently wait for him to finish. I get the feeling that he is enjoying himself, relishing in the hungry gaze I wear.
He drops the towel and leads me to the bedroom, lowering himself onto my body as we land on the bed together. Our bodies glisten with warmth; our skin is still damp as he kisses me passionately. His lips carry the taste of sweet honey, and his hands cup my face as he explores my mouth with his tongue.
A shiver of excitement and fear run through me as he hovers his face near my thighs, the stubble on his cheeks brushing against the brand that had been burnt into my skin—a lasting reminder from the killer. I quickly sit up in shame, trying to cover the “S” with my hands.
He takes my hands gently into his own and looks deep into my eyes, a burning intensity reflected back at me.
"I want to see all of you. Every scar. Every mark. Every shadow," he whispers, planting soft kisses against the rough brand that was etched by another man's violent act. "He doesn't own you anymore. You are mine."
My emotions overwhelm me, and tears stream down my face as I nod, trusting him completely. He lays me back down on the bed, his gaze worshiping every inch of my body as if it were his first time seeing me.
"You deserve to be worshipped every second of every day," he murmurs against my lips. His hand cups me, lightly stroking my slit before slipping one finger inside me, then another, moving them in a circular motion until I'm moaning with pleasure and barely able to contain myself. His touch becomes more urgent as he adds another finger, and pleasure engulfs me in its flames.
His mouth remains locked with mine, taking my breaths into him and tasting my moans.
“Give yourself to me, Ava,” he begs his thumb spinning circles on my clit in sync with the thrusts of his fingers inside me.
I cling to him, my body trembling, moaning my desire for him, begging him not to stop.
My breath quickens, and I arch my back to meet his movements.
Inside I feel as though a blazing supernova has ignited within me, in the vast emptiness of my soul—consuming me by an internal fire. It has taken root inside me, the explosive pleasure burning me inside —the blaze of my orgasm threatening to reduce me to ashes. And I cry out as my orgasm reaches its peak. I scream in pleasure, my body shuddering in waves of ecstasy.
“I want you inside of me,” I pant, parting my legs and offering myself to him completely.
He smiles and kisses me.
