His head wasn’t low as he rinsed off the shampoo from his hair, his biceps flexing from the subtle motions. I didn’t stop myself from lifting my hands and pacing my palms flat on his back. He didn’t flinch, but I did notice the twitch of his muscles from that small touch.
“My Evie,” he said softly, yet I heard the clear desire and yearning in his voice through the rush of the water.
I knew he’d been aware of my presence as soon as I opened the bathroom door. He finished rinsing his hair after only a second and turned around to look at me. I had to tip my head back to stare into his eyes. And the expression reflected on his face was one of pure, unadulterated rapture.
Water sluiced off his square jaw and along his full lips before sliding down the planes and slabs of muscles. At that moment I wanted to be water, droplets and beads moving sexually, erotically over his well-honed, powerful body. I was impossibly wet, so drenched that my inner thighs were coated with my arousal. I clenched my thighs to ease the pressure that settled there, but all that did was pinch my clit between my delicate folds, drawing a moan from me.
We said nothing as we continued to stare at each other, the heat from the shower incomparable to how hot I was for Cian. I looked down to trace the rolling hills of his abdominal muscles and stopped at his insanely huge and fully erect cock. The appendage twitched the longer I stared at it, growing impossibly thicker, harder.
I watched as the droplets of water continued to move along that length that stood straight out from his groin and pointed at me. I was jealous of those droplets and was about to drop to my knees and pay respect to Cian’s dick, when he growled low and had me in his arms a second later.
The startled sound that left me was one of pleasure and need as he pressed my back to the ceramic tile of the shower, my legs braced on either side of his waist, his mouth crashing against mine.
He started rolling his hip, grinding that hardness at the soft spot between my thighs until I was moaning and groaning against his lips, pleading and begging for him to fuck me.
He kept hold of me as he moved down my body, shifting me slightly so my ass was now resting on an outcropping shelf, the little bottles of shampoo and body wash clattering to the tiled floor.
My feet were braced on his shoulders as he settled between my thighs. I could feel his hot breath move across my exposed and spread pussy, and another shiver moved through me. I looked down at the top of his head, his form so big that even though he was on his knees, he still dwarfed me and the shower stall.
And then he started eating me out, worshipping my pussy like it was the only altar he’d pray at, like I was his goddess and he’d forever revere me.
And so I closed my eyes and let my mate take me away to what I was sure was heaven.
30
Evelyn
It felt… off to be willingly stepping into Adryan’s domain, but here I was, Cian by my side, his hand curled protectively and possessively around my waist as we were led through Sinner, Adryan’s nightclub.
After he’d eaten me out in the shower, he turned me around, bent me over so I had grabbed my ankles, then fucked me long and hard, his passion like another wild animal he housed inside. And I accepted it all greedily, crying out for more, for him to fuck me as hard as he could. And he had. God… he had.
He’d fed me by hand again, taken me once more on the bed, and then he held me all night. We slept in, and it had been the warm sunlight streaming through the window and the feeling of Cian trailing his hands along my exposed back, tickling me softly, that had finally roused me.
And then we left, and here we were, going right into the viper’s den. I walked beside Cian, so sore and sensitive between my thighs it brought a smile to my mouth.
As if he sensed my thoughts, he glanced down at me with hooded eyes and growled low before dipping and whispering in my ear, “Be good, mo ghràidh.” He ran his tongue along the shell of my ear before straightening, and I bit off a moan, focusing ahead and not allowing my body and need for Cian to dictate things right now. Even if I really wouldn't have minded.
Although we weren’t in the main part of the club where the patrons and clubgoers were, I could hear the heavy beat of music and bass coming through the walls.