head thrown back as four separate jets spray his sculpted body. He’s too far gone to notice me, and like some invisible force has tied a rope around my waist, I take step after step closer.
He’s magnificent, and his moans of pleasure ratchet up my own arousal until he manages to form a word I can understand. “Zoe.”
Me. He’s fantasizing about me.
Like you aren’t doing the same damn thing right now.
The voice in my head—the one that always gets me into trouble—won’t shut up around him, and I wonder. Maybe if we gave in, just once, we’d get this out of our systems and could move on.
He says my name again as my robe falls to the floor, and from the size of the hard length in his hand and the speed of his thrusts, he’s close.
Mine. The word rips through my very soul, and at this moment, the only thing I care about in this entire fucking world is getting my hands on him.
I don’t bother stripping out of his shirt, just yank open the shower door and step inside.
Sin
I can almost feel her hands on me. Hear her voice tell me she wants to be the one to make me come.
Nothing and no one in my many centuries of life has ever made me feel like she does.
“Look at me, Sin.”
I almost lose my balance when I open my eyes. She’s here. Standing in front of me, soaking wet, with my shirt clinging to her slight curves. “What are you doing?” I can barely force the words out, but I need to know she wants this.
“Maybe…getting you out of my system. All I know is that I need you.” Her fingers twist in my wet hair, and she tugs to the point of pain as she pulls me down for a kiss. I cannot help it when her arousal nourishes me, but this is so much more than feeding.
With her free hand, she strokes my shaft, her thumb sliding over the head, and the feel of her…it is too much. “Zoe.... Fuck!” I shout and lose control, jerking my hips and spilling my seed over her fingers.
The energy she gives off is intoxicating, and within seconds, I’m hard again. My desperate, overwhelming need partially slaked, I can take my time. Ravish her in all the ways she deserves, and all the ways I dreamed of as she slept in my arms.
“This must go.” Buttons pop off the shirt, and the material shreds easily, leaving her exposed. So thin. So much pain and sorrow—more than one human lifetime should hold. And her scar. Even now, with her flushed pink from the hot water and her need, the raised skin almost glows.
There is magic inside her. An ability. And soon, we will explore it. But for now...
She weighs nothing and drapes her arms around my neck when I lift her, hit the shower knob with my elbow, and carry her, both of us dripping wet, to my bed.
“Are you certain about this, Zoe? I need to hear you say it.” I back away and avert my eyes. I will not take the chance that I am somehow influencing her without intent. She matters too much.
“Don’t turn away,” she whispers.
“I have to. Until you say the words. My gaze…I could unintentionally sway you.”
Her hands smooth down my shoulders. “You walked away from me in the kitchen and I came to find you. I want this, Sin. I need this. I’m so aroused, and even when we first met, when I thought you were a total and complete asshole, I wanted you. I just refused to entertain the notion.”
“We will still have to work together.” The enormity of what we are about to do hits me. I am not strong enough to resist her. Not unless she puts a stop to this now. Zoe Dawes is everything I have ever wanted. Strong. Intelligent. Beautiful. And with no reservations about putting me in my place.
“I’m an adult. You’re immortal. Pretty sure that makes you one too. Are we going to talk this to death? Or are you going to finally kiss me like you mean it?”
The husky sass to her voice pulls a growl from my throat, and I spin around, grab her wrists, and pin her to the mattress as I straddle her. “I do not do gentle.”
“And I’m not made of glass.” Her lips twitch in challenge, and that is all I need. She will be mine. If only for today.
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