Page 87 of When She Unravels
“I came to talk,” I say hoarsely. “You were taking too long.”
Her fingers tighten on the safety bar. “You should leave.”
My pants come off. “If you think I’m capable of walking out that door right now, you’ve got me all wrong.”
She drags her teeth over her bottom lip and drops her lazy gaze to my boxer briefs.
“What did you want to talk about?” she rasps.
Fuck all that. I am not thinking about that right now. I step into the shower, take the showerhead out of her hand, and press a button to reroute the water. It cascades over us, drenching my hair and leaving drops on her thick dark lashes.
She stares at me, want and doubt playing across her face. I want her so badly, I’ll happily fall down to my knees and beg if that’s what it takes.
But she doesn’t make me beg. She sucks in a breath and runs her fingertips over my wet boxers, touching the underside of my cock. I nearly keel over. Slamming my palms against the wall to the sides of her head, I lean into her space.
“You said my name,” I say as I drag my nose against the shell of her ear. “Did you imagine it was me licking your sweet cunt?”
She lets out a slow, steadying exhale. “I imagined suffocating you with it.” Her other hand wraps around my waist, and she drags her nails down the curve of my ass. It makes white spots appear in my eyes.
“That’s not a bad way to go,” I say breathlessly as I grind my cock into her abdomen.
She pushes me away and starts pulling down my boxers. “Then I’ll need to make sure to leave you with a bad case of blue balls first.”
“You’re still mad about that?”
“Not at all. It gave me all the inspiration I needed to thoroughly enjoy my showers.”
“You’re telling me you’ve been doing this to yourself all week?” I grab a handful of her hair.
“Yes. Next time you decide to leave me in isolation, think about that.”
Every molecule of air leaves my lungs. I’m never leaving her on her own again. What’s the point? I won’t be able to get anything else done with that image playing in my head.
When I’m fully bare, I skim my palms down the backs of her thighs and lift her up against the wall. She’s so fucking soft, it doesn’t seem real. I catch one nipple between my teeth and suck on it until she starts to squirm against me, her breaths coming faster and less even.
“Fuck. Damiano.”
I pull away and capture her lips.
She doesn’t let me deepen the kiss. “I want your cock, not your mouth.” She pants as she tries to grind against me.
“Too bad,” I say as I push inside of her. “You’re getting both.”
I take advantage of her gasp to steal the kiss she says she won’t give. She changes her mind on that fast enough. Our tongues tangle, and I begin to thrust into her. She clenches around me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear and digs her nails into my shoulder blades. God, I hope she leaves marks.
The water rains over us, and the steam is so thick I can barely see her. I press her harder against the wall and adjust the temperature with one hand. She moans as the temperature drops and air clears.
Her eyes find mine. “I hate you,” she whispers without any conviction.
Pleasure starts to pool at the base of my spine as I sink my cock inside of her again and again.
“You tied me up and told me you’d use me however you wanted,” she says.
I nip at her lips. “Uh-huh.”
“You spanked me.”
“Yeah, I did.”
