I turned, not wasting another second before I slammed my lips against hers, giving her everything I had, everything I was. She owned it. She owned me—mind, body, and soul. I was powerless against it. And having her kiss me back, her desire mirroring my own, now knowing she loved me too—Jesus, it was unlike any high I’d ever felt. Not even the aftereffects of death, loss, and the looming threat of chaos that hovered over all of us could tame the storm of raging feelings powerful enough to bring me to my goddamn knees.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I sucked in a breath when I felt her naked body press against mine—skin against skin, nothing but the satin feel of water pulsing over us.
Like a savage, I ravaged her mouth, my tongue no longer exploring but taking…claiming, fucking owning. After everything, I just wanted to lose myself in this woman. I wanted to drown out the world, pretend it didn’t exist. All I wanted was her, us, this moment in time to last forever.
I cupped her breast in my palm, and she whimpered against my lips. There was no hesitation, no fear that she might not be ready. I trusted her. I trusted her to tell me to stop when she needed me to. So, for now, I’d take. I’d take every little fucking morsel she was willing to give me.
I pushed her back against the cold tiled wall and dragged my lips down the side of her neck, feasting on her flesh like a starved animal. Licking, tasting, kissing, I let go of all my inhibitions, ready to take my woman in a way that mirrored my desire for her.
I reached between us, and slipped my hand between her legs. It earned me the most beautiful moan from her lips. The sound sang to my blood, feeding the raging desire that made my body crave to be inside her.
Nails dug into the skin of my back, and I groaned as I flexed my hips, my body ready to claim what was now mine.
“I’m outta control right now, Neon.”
“That’s okay.” She weaved her fingers through the hair at the back of my head, pulling me down harder, her lips latching on to mine like her life depended on it. “I trust you, Ink. I trust you with my life. I know you’ll never hurt me.”
My heart soared, and my body burned while my cock ached with the need to fuck her. Right here, right now, all I wanted was to lose myself in her. I wanted to forget about everything and everyone else, to let the water hide us from the rest of the world until I had my fill of this woman—the woman who owned me in every goddamn possible way.
I moved my hand around the slippery skin of her waist, cupping her ass before yanking her leg up, spreading those pretty thighs, coming closer and closer to the moment I’d finally lose myself in her.
Here, in this fucking shower, it was just us. No Slither. No Crow. No Dutch. Just us and the connection that fused our souls together, a desire that would never be extinguished. Ever.
I grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times then slipped it between her legs. A groan rolled from my lips when I felt her heat, her body already primed and ready to take me.
She nipped at my bottom lip, and I grunted like an animal finally tipping over the edge, thrusting forward and inside her.
Her neck craned as she leaned her head back, her lips forming the perfect O. There was no hesitation, her delicate moans a sign of how eager she was to welcome me inside her. As I reached around her waist, cupping her ass, I lifted her feet off the ground. Her legs wrapped around me like she knew it belonged there, my hips locked against hers.
I placed my hands against the wall above her shoulders, her body positioned perfectly between me and the tiles, while she held on to me, completely at my mercy. To me, this was her finally letting go of her demons and latching on to me, surrendering herself to me, and only me.
I pulled out and sank back into her, focusing on nothing but how fucking good it felt to be inside her, how her walls enclosed around me like our bodies had been made for each other.
“Don’t hold back,” she murmured, her warm breath stroking my wet skin. “Let go. I trust you.”
Every brick of every wall that still stood between us, hindering her from becoming mine in every way, crumbled to the fucking ground. The slate of the past was wiped clean, renewed, and this time…we fell together.
My hips moved, and my cock claimed her over and over again, driving deep and slamming hard. Her legs tightened around my waist and her nails scratched at my skull. But nothing could distract me from the pleasure I found between her legs, the bliss of having her inner walls squeeze me, rubbing against my cock as I moved in and out of her.
To own her in this way and to experience the freedom of being with her without anything looming over us was a high no drug in this entire goddamn world was capable of giving.
Harder, faster, my body moved against her while she clung to me, the expression on her face painted with nothing but pure, undiluted lust woven with a burning need to be satiated.
I wiped wet streaks of hair that clung to her face, my body’s rhythm never faltering as I carried us both to the edge, too impatient to take my time and drag it out as long as possible.
The sound of my hips slapping against her ass echoed around us, fueling the sexual tension with the promise of ecstasy.
“Ink, I’m going to come.” Her voice sounded breathless, desperate, and I knew my woman needed more.
I reached between our bodies and found her clit. Her arms and thighs tightened at once, and I could feel her inner walls contract as she came around my cock, her perfect melodic moans filling the room and giving me the last push I needed to find my own pleasure while buried balls deep in the woman I’d loved for so fucking long.
My hips flexed while my cock jerked inside her, filling her to the brim and fucking marking her. The release that tore through me slammed against every bone in my body, The rush was indescribable, every muscle tensed with rapture.
My body went lax against her, and I let her ease down the wall until her feet touched ground. Our breaths came out in rapid exhales, and we leaned our foreheads together, basking in the moment that belonged to only us.
Neon placed her palms against my naked chest, my skin welcoming her warm touch. “I love you, Ink,” she whispered with a shaky breath. “I love you.”
If I could bottle a moment in time to keep forever, this would be it. This would be that moment I’d want to keep and cherish until I took my last breath on this earth.