(Emma)
Darius held me against the cool tiles, his lips moving against mine with slow, deliberate strokes. His hands rested on my hips, warm and steady, as if keeping me to him. The water poured down over us, washing away everything except this moment.
His lips trailed down my jaw, pressing soft kisses along my neck. I shivered, but not from the cold. My body ached for him, for his touch, for the way he always made me feel safe and wanted.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” he murmured against my skin. His voice was rough, strained with restraint.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whispered.
His hands slid up my sides, his touch gentle. I could feel the careful way he held me as if I were something precious. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my pal
