“Fuck,” he moaned.
That did it.
An orgasm seized up my body, and made countless moans pour from my lips as he started thrusting into me. My thighs were shaking, my whole body felt wild and tense, while at the same time I was trying so hard to rock back against his hips. I didn’t even realize I’d been squeezing my eyes shut. When I opened them, the bathroom seemed so bright and vivid, and his tan skin seemed so warm.
He strengthened his grip: the hand on my thigh moved to my knee, and the hand on my hip became bruisingly tight.
We kept going like that, my leg weak beneath me, both filling the bathroom with echoes of pleasure.
“Yes, yes,” I said without thinking. A long line of praises, of worship, was pouring over my tongue, and I couldn’t keep a single one of them in. It never felt this good before. I’d never felt this overwhelmed and starved and pleasured all at the same time. I felt like he could pick me apart and I’d let him, hell I’d beg him to.
The hot water slid over and between us, making the movements easier, the friction sweeter.
My legs were trembling, and I wasn’t sure how much I could take on just one of them. “Here, here.” I shifted, and he slowly let down the thigh he was holding. I kissed him one more time before turning around. He caught on quickly, and grabbed my hips before guiding himself back in. My body blossomed with pleasure again. I could feel the steady thrum of it filling my body with every heartbeat. Leaning forward, I pressed myself against the chilly tiling.
It rubbed against my nipples, making them hard, and as though he had a sixth sense for this kind of thing, Rhuron immediately reached around to tease and pinch them. Laughing, gasping, my back arched against his touches and his hand gripped tighter on my hip. We started going rougher, faster, my body abuzz with sensations that were so much better than anything I’d experienced.
I was close again already.
“Please,” I begged. I wasn’t sure what I was begging for, maybe everything, maybe nothing. He’d filled me with so much need and want that I’d take anything he’d give me at that point. If this was what being a fated mate felt like, I didn’t understand how anyone could want anything else.
“Come for me, Izzy,” he murmured against the shell of my ear. I was so damn close, his hand slipped forward, rubbing my clit. I was done with. I came so hard, so roughly, that I couldn’t stop myself from crying out and moaning. His movements sped up through my orgasm, my body gripping in against him until I could feel him coming too.
A deep low groan filled the air, and he rested his cheek on the back of my neck as I could feel him spilling inside of me. Good thing we were in the shower. As he slowly pulled out, my body throbbing from him, I turned around and kissed him fully. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him until I needed to breathe, until I couldn’t kiss him anymore.
He was my everything, and I couldn’t wait to help more people find theirs.