Eve
My wet body was sensitive to every contact of his hard body on mine. Yet, through the haze of my horror, confusion and arousal, I pushed hard against his chest. "You must be out of your fucking mind!" I ground out through gritted teeth.
He let out a dark chuckle that sent sparks through my skin. "Maybe, I am." He said easily.
"Let go!" I snapped. "Now!"
But he did the opposite, he brought his face down and his hot breath fanned across my ear. "You fight ," he murmured, "Yet, you respond to . Your body betrays you, Red." His voice was low, hypnotic, dripping with the kind of confidence that made my knees weak despite my fury. "You are shivering."
My face heated. He had a point there. I was shivering despite the heat in the space. I shoved harder, my palms flat against his chest, my nails biting into his skin. "Get off ," I hissed, even though my heart raced and my body trembled, betraying my resolve.
Despite my struggling, he used one hand to tilt my head up to him. His dark eyes locked onto mine, a storm swirling in their depths. "If you can let another man touch your body, then I have to own it."
I tried to twist away, but his strength was undeniable, his grip unyielding. He was close enough that I could feel every ridge of muscle against , his scent—a dangerous mix of cedar and smoke—invading my senses.
"You're a bastard," I growled, refusing to let him see the chaos he was stirring within . When did I beco this person? Where did that timid prisoner go? I could not recognize my own voice. He always managed to awaken sothing primal in .
His lips curved into a wicked grin. "Perhaps," he said, his voice a teasing drawl.
I swallowed hard, glaring at him despite the warmth pooling in-between my legs. If I was so defiant, why would my body not defy him. "You don't own ," I spat, my voice trembling with both anger and sothing I refused to na.
His smile faltered, his gaze darkening, a tinge of red corrupting the stormy grey swirls of his eyes. When he spoke his voice was reverberating like another entity spoke the words alongside him. "No, but you're mine all the sa." His words were like a claim, a brand searing itself onto my soul.
Abruptly, he let go and pulled under the shower head. He turned it on and warm water drenched us. I had not yet computed what had just happened before I felt the loofah on my arm.
I blinked, flabbergasted. The loofah trainer from my arms to my thigh. Was he...
I tried to turn around and demand what he was doing but he held my back to his body. Warm water cascaded over us, steam rising between our bodies, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from his touch. The loofah moved in slow, deliberate circles against my arm, the coarse texture grazing my skin, awakening every nerve.
"Stay still," he murmured, his voice a rough caress against my ear. His chest was firm against my back, his heartbeat a steady drum that I couldn't ignore. I should have felt anger—humiliation, even—but instead, I was caught in the pull of sothing I couldn't na. Sothing primal and consuming.
The loofah traveled downward, gliding over my ribs, tracing the curve of my waist. I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the gasp threatening to escape. My breath hitched as it ventured to my thigh, his grip firm on my hip, holding against him as though I might disappear if he let go.
"What the hell are you doing?" I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper, shaky and uneven.
"Taking care of you," he said simply, as though the act was the most natural thing in the world. "You're filthy, Red. Let fix that."
The nickna sent a shiver through again, though I couldn't tell if it was from annoyance or sothing far more dangerous. His hand guided the loofah upward, over my hip, then slowly down the back of my thigh. My knees buckled slightly at the sensation, but his arm wrapped around my waist, steadying .
"Easy," he whispered, the vibration of his voice rumbling through my spine. His free hand rested flat against my stomach, not wandering but anchoring in place. The gesture should have been controlling, but instead, it felt protective. Infuriatingly so.
The water plastered my hair to my skin, droplets running over my shoulders and trailing down between us. I felt every single one of them like they carried the weight of his gaze, the heat of his breath still fanning my neck. The loofah traveled back to my arm, then over the curve of my collarbone, lingering just long enough to make my heart race.
"This isn't fair," I hissed, closing my eyes tightly as I tried to will my body into obedience. "You can't—"
"Can't what?" he interrupted, his voice dangerously low. "Wash my wife?"
His words hit harder than I expected, and my eyes snapped open. The loofah fell away, discarded to the side as his fingers replaced it. They traced the line of my jaw, then skimd over the curve of my shoulder, sending another wave of tingling heat coursing through .
I swallowed thickly, my voice failing . My body betrayed every ounce of defiance I wanted to muster, leaning into his touch, craving it despite my better judgnt.
"You're trembling," he murmured again, this ti softer, almost reverent. "But it's not fear, is it?"
The challenge in his tone made my heart lurch. I turned my head slightly, just enough to et his eyes, which burned with an intensity that stole the air from my lungs. "You're wrong," I whispered, though I didn't even believe the words.
He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear, and the world seed to narrow to just the two of us, the heat of the water and the unbearable pull of his presence. "Prove it," he said, his voice a dare, a promise, a threat all at once.
And at that mont, I didn't know whether I wanted to fight him or fall entirely. "How?" I asked, my voice breathier than I would have liked. The fact that I could not see him, made every point of contact more alarmingly sensual.
"I will check, Red,"
"Check?"
"Check if you are wet for ," he clarified leisurely but the way his cock hardened against my back told it was just front. Pretence. He barely hung on to control. He rocked himself slightly against , and I felt him strain.
Wild and dark desire unfurled in my lower abdon but I gritted my teeth. "That will not be happening."
"What?" He asked, teasing. "You're afraid that it will prove that you want to take you. That I will find your pussy drenched, ready and have you clenching around my fingers like a slut?" He whispered harshly before taking my ear between his teeth and biting.
The insult should have made angry, instead it heated up my blood and filled with more arousal. I whimpered and arched against him. "Stop it," I growled. I hated the way my body reacted to him, the way his touch unraveled my resolve. Every brush of his lips, every graze of his hands was a betrayal of my own will. Yet, I couldn't move away. Couldn't escape the trap I had willingly stepped into.
"Stop lying to yourself," he murmured against my ear, his lips grazing the sensitive shell with maddening softness. His hand splayed across my stomach, fingers teasing the line where fabric would have been if we weren't both drenched and bare. His other hand slid up, fingertips tracing the curve of my neck, thumb resting just beneath my jaw. The touch was possessive, claiming, yet gentle enough to make my knees threaten to give way.
I clenched my teeth, shaking my head as if that would sohow dispel the haze he was wrapping around . "You're insufferable," I spat, though the words lacked the bite I intended. My voice was soft, breathless, betraying the war waging within .
He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against my skin. "And you're irresistible," he countered, his hand finally dipping lower, brushing against the curve of my hip, then sliding inward, his fingers teasingly close to where I ached for contact. The anticipation was maddening, every nerve in my body alight with tension, every inch of my skin hypersensitive to his proximity.
"I hate you," I whispered instead, my voice cracking under the weight of my own emotions.
His lips curled into a slow, wicked grin against my neck. "Liar," he murmured, his fingers finally brushing against the heat between my thighs. A sharp gasp escaped , my body arching involuntarily into his touch. His thick fingers sank into my shaless, aching core and my knees buckled but he held in place.
"Fuck..." He growled, more animalistic than usual, "You are soaked for ." He rocked himself against again, his cock growing hotter and hotter that it was unbearable.
His fingers were not idle, far from it. His thumb pushed against my swollen clit, using my own moisture to glide against it. The two fingers invading my pussy began to pump in and out of . I let out a needy moan and squird against him. His fingers filled so well, so perfectly like they were ant buried in . My head was spinning with pleasure. He was relentless, his other hand coming up to tease my breasts. I groaned from the pressure. My nipples hardened, my whole body bucking against him.
"That's it, Red," He coaxed. "Feel it. Ride it. Let take you." He groaned and twisted my nipple.
With each thrust of his fingers, I was pulled closer to the edge and I could do nothing but grind myself against his hand. "Co on, baby. Take your husband's fingers like a good little wife."
My mouth was opened and moans escaped unbridled. The heat in my abdon grew, until it was an inferno. I scread as I ca, my walls clamping down on his fingers. I felt him tense further, letting out a throaty groan. "Fuck, Red. You almost snapped my fingers off. " He teased, his words jagged with hunger. "You want my cock so bad, don't you?" I could not even utter a word.
When I ca down from my high, I was done with his teasing, he had proven that I craved him and I would return the favor. Suddenly, I twisted my hand behind and wrapped it around his still throbbing cock.
He let out an animalistic groan that sounded like a beast in pain and I was slamd against the bathroom wall. I opened my eyes tentatively to see him glaring down at , his jaw tight and his nose flared. "You don't know what you are doing!" He snarled. "If my control splitters, no amount of begging or pushing will stop from fucking and rutting you like a whore."
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