the sink and driving my cock into her with a savage thrust that made her scream as my balls struck against her clit.
She was so fucking tight, her pussy gripping me and making my dick throb with more need than I'd ever felt in my life.
My fingers curled around her hips and I started fucking her as hard as I could, a wild beast unfettered and unable to stop as she cried out and gasped and cursed my name at least as often as she praised it.
The products on the shelf above the sink started rattling with the force of my thrusts and I didn't even give a shit as they all began to tumble down onto the floor.
Let chaos fucking reign for my goddess.
The darkness made the music in my head seem louder, her voice pitched in pleasure the perfect melody to the crescendo I could feel coming. But I wanted to see her. Needed to watch her come apart for me and shatter and fall into my grasp, never to let her go again.
I released my hold on one of her hips as I reached for the light above the mirror, my fingers slipping over cool glass as I cursed and panted and she moaned for me even louder.
I finally managed to find it, yanking the string then slapping my hand down hard against her ass just as I lost control of my body and Tatum called my name as the light flickered on. Her blue eyes met mine in the mirror as we both came hard, crying out in pleasure, her pussy milking my cock for all I had. I didn't think I'd ever come as powerfully as that in all my life and as I drew back, panting and aching in all the best ways, I turned her around to kiss her softly.
"Saint," she murmured, her arms coiling around my neck and I found I really liked her touching me like that. Even if it was unexpected or out of control, I wanted more of it. Every last drop of it.
"I love you, Tatum Rivers," I growled, painting my fingers down her chest, stroking the full rise of her breast and teasing her hard nipple. "I didn't think I could even feel something like the things I feel for you. I didn't think there was enough good in me for it. And my love isn't something light and freeing, its obsessive and toxic, controlling and insatiable. But I feel it all for you.”
"I love you too, Saint," she breathed. "You may be the worst person I've ever gone up against but you're also one of the best. I feel alive when I'm with you in the most incredible of ways and I just want it to go on and on and never end.”
"Never end, huh?" My lips turned up at the corners as my hand moved between her thighs, tracing through the mess of my cum which marked her, stained her, proved that I really had claimed her.
Her hands caressed my chest, running back and forth across the words of my tattoo and I liked that a whole hell of a lot. I liked her having control almost as much as I liked taking control of her.
"Tell me what you want," I growled, walking her back until we were inside the shower and I flicked the water on.
"To own you," she breathed, her eyes full of honesty. "Just like you own me."
"Just me?" I asked as I reached up to remove the shower head from the holder to spray it between her thighs and wash away the mess we'd made there.
"No," she panted as I used my fingers to help wash her off then moved the shower head closer to her clit. "I want to own all four of you."
That should have pissed me off. That would have been the normal reaction, wouldn't it? But instead of that, my cock was hardening again and I was thinking of all the ways we could make that dream come true.
"Good," I breathed, kissing her as I slid the shower head over her clit and devouring the moan that fell from her lips.
The water pressure was fucking heavenly here. I'd made certain it was when the Temple had been converted for us and I kept kissing her as I shifted the spray back and forth between her thighs.
Tatum moaned as I toyed with her nipple and every unexpected touch of her hands on my flesh just made my pulse