He pauses and looks up, a gleeful smile on his face, and I realize at that moment that I have unequivocally fallen in love with this monster of a man.
“Don’t ever hide from me.” His dominant voice makes goose bumps scatter on my skin.
I don’t get the chance to say a word because he dives back in, alternating licks and kisses until I’m delirious with need. My body is shivering, not from the cold but from pure pleasure, and I don’t want it to stop. Screw us being wrong. If everything is so wrong, I don’t want to be right anymore.
“Let me take your pain away,” he whispers against my skin.
Delicious licks follow as he laps me up until I’m quivering in place.
“Please …” The word spills out of me. I didn’t mean to beg, but his twisted tongue makes me want to sin. “More.”
Even when my hand grasps his hair, he doesn’t stop. And as his tongue circles around and dips inside me, I fall apart right then and there. My wetness gushes over him, and he keeps on licking me through the waves of pleasure until they subside.
“You look gorgeous when you come undone.” He licks his lips as though he’s just had dessert.
Suddenly, he whisks me up into his arms again and plops me down underneath the shower. Despite still being fully clothed, he turns it on, the hot stream of water landing right on his already wet chest. And my eyes can’t help but gawk at the thick ridges of his abs clearly visible through his white tee. He steps closer. Water rushes down, droplets hanging on his lips just like I am.
“Kiss me,” I mutter without thinking about it.
It’s the only way to know for sure what it is that I feel. What he feels. If any of this means anything.
He swallows hard. Then he grabs my chin and lifts my face, planting his rugged lips onto mine for a sweet, delicate kiss that sets my heart on fire. I thought I could win, that I could fight this urge, but it’s too late.
The second I kissed him, it was over, and I already knew this in my heart. I just couldn’t face the truth … that feeling I’ve been hiding from for so long. The one where I want nothing more than for him to take me, keep me, love me.
It’s wrong. So wrong that I banished it to the back of my mind and forced myself to forget it.
But every time he touches me, kisses me, it lights this fire I can’t ignore.
When our lips unlatch, I stare at him for a moment, hoping to find whatever it is that I’m looking for in his eyes, but they’re filled with so many mixed emotions that I can’t pinpoint what he’s feeling, let alone what I’m feeling right now.
But within seconds, he’s smashed his mouth right back onto mine.
Our kisses are greedy, senseless, and uncontrollable. Like fire and gasoline exploding under the water. I don’t stop, and neither does he, even though I’m pretty sure this isn’t what he’s supposed to do as the man who punishes the sinners. But I guess I’m not the only one who’s fallen beyond disgrace.
“I need you,” he whispers against my lips. “I can’t stop myself.”
And I moan in delight as he parts my lips with his, shoving his tongue inside to lick the roof of my mouth. I’m struck by my own lust for him, for how badly I want him to shove me against the wall and fuck me until I’m begging to come.
Did he make me this way? Or was I always a vixen, and I just didn’t know it yet?
But I can’t even think about an answer because of his kisses and the way his hand snakes around my body to pull me close. I’m desperate for more as his other hand cups my face to kiss me even harder. He only stops to offer me a breath.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, heady and drunk on his intoxicating love.
He smiles against my lips and gives me another peck. “Oh, believe me … I’m only getting started.”
Another kiss, and I’m fumbling at his pants until I’ve found the zipper and rip it all down. When his cock pops out, he groans out loud, the sound turning me on even more.
He lifts me in his arms and smashes me against the wall, and my legs wrap around his waist as he thrusts inside in one go.
My mouth forms an o-shape, but he swiftly covers my mouth with his, not letting an inch of my surprise go to waste. His hunger overtakes me, makes me give in so easily, even when I shouldn’t.
Every thrust makes me want him closer, deeper, harder. Every kiss makes me wish he would never stop. Even when my brain tells me this isn’t okay, that I shouldn’t crave a man like him, my heart is desperate for his dirty love.