Amy Stone
The water roared down around us, hot and relentless, steam curling thickly through the shower. Kael pressed me flush against the tiles, his hands clamping over my hips like he owned me. I shivered violently, legs trembling, every nerve on fire. My chest heaved as he tilted me slightly, and I felt him lean closer, his lips and tongue pressing, teasing, dragging across me with a deliberate, consuming hunger.
I gasped, a loud, broken moan escaping me. “Kael… oh… f**k…” My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, pulling him closer, desperate for more, my body trembling uncontrollably. Every flick, every press of his tongue sent shivers spiraling down my core, every brush igniting a fire I couldn’t control.
He growled low, deep in his throat, dominance dripping from every word. “You
