The Girl Who Fell From The Sky - Rebecca Royce Page 0,61

thought in my head, but I absolutely didn’t care. At first, I bit my lip to contain a mewl of pleasure, but then he was kneading the tight muscles in my calves, and I let loose. I dropped my forehead against the wall, letting water rush over the back of my head, over my shoulders, blinding me, threading my hair, blanketing me with steam and sensation. It absorbed me as I absorbed the moment.

The pressure on the back of my knee was not a cloth. His mouth? Tongue? But it was gone again as quickly as I registered it, replaced by the steady upward march of his hands as he stood.

It was like he cleansed my body with fire. Delicious, agonizing fire. Upward over the curve of my rear, circling my waist, plunging down again. He had to reach all the way around me to stroke his cloth between my legs, and in so doing, he embraced me. Without thinking, I pushed back against him, bringing our bodies together, trapping the hot water between. I would swear it turned to steam.

Nox was long, lean, hard against my ass. The mewl I’d swallowed before slipped out. “All holies, yes.”

He paused, one cloth-wrapped hand cupping my pussy. For a moment, it was just pressure, and then he moved beneath the cloth, stroking. Rough, hot, wet against wet.

My hands curled to fists against the wall, but I couldn’t find anything to hold on to.

Nox was tall, too tall to make us fit like this, standing up. I tried to rise up on my toes, but he shushed wordlessly against my shoulder, continuing to methodically wash me, even as he worked one hand between my legs.

That fire he’d bathed me in was building. I needed to move, to writhe, to blow apart and fuse together and let the pleasure take me over, like it had last night. Every cell in my body vibrated with this need.

Skin slipped against skin—his chest against my back, the press of his mouth against my shoulder. He was everywhere on me, except for the place I wanted him most.

Inside. Right now.

“Please.”

I turned around and he smiled at me, a warm adoring gaze to his eyes before he dropped to his knees. I gasped. What was he going to do? His mouth pressed against my most sensitive spot, kissing me on the bundle of nerves that begged for attention. I cried out, my head hitting the back of the shower.

“Easy,” he spoke against me. “Just feel. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

I was sure that he could and would, but it wasn’t what I wanted right then. Not entirely. It wouldn’t be enough. I needed to be filled with him.

“Nox, not what I want right now.”

He met my gaze. “You want me inside of you?”

I nodded fast. “That’s what I want, right now. I’m…”

“Coming down off the fight can make everything feel intense. I will always give you what you need. I promise.” He stood slowly and kissed me. It was so sweet. Tears rushed to my eyes. I didn’t even know why I was crying, just that I needed him, needed this, and the tears were happening. I was powerless to stop them, and for some reason I’d never fathom, Nox didn’t seem to mind them. He kissed my cheeks as he pressed a finger inside of me where his mouth had just been.

I almost told him it wasn’t enough, but he pulled me up his body. “Wrap your legs around me.”

I nodded as I did the best I could to hold on to him and do just that. With a deep, possessive kiss, he pressed inside of me, picking me up and twirling us around until I leaned against the wall again.

“Yes,” I cried out. I was so full of him, and that was what I’d needed. I could feel him everywhere. He pulled out and then jerked his hips to enter me again. This wasn’t gentle lovemaking in the bed. This was primal. This was life. This was living through hell to get to the other side.

This was Nox and me.

Even my thoughts were muddled. I couldn’t think.

“You’re so perfect, Bianca. You are mine. My wife. Mine.”

“Yes,” I think I said. I couldn’t find the words, not even to agree, while pleasure hit me hard. There was pleasure. There was pain. There was everything.

“Bianca,” Nox cried out as he followed me into the moment.

We both panted. As I caught my breath, Nox depressed the lever,