Page 54 of Find Me

“You are spectacular,” he whispers in my ear, barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of the running water.

He grabs my hair at the base of my head, and a yelp of pleasure escapes me as he tilts my head back, giving him unrestrained access to my neck. His lips and teeth graze against my skin, leaving no inch untouched.

He pulls away, letting go of my hair and hooking his thumbs onto the waist of my pants. I lift my hips up, helping him as he pulls them down, followed by my underwear. Leaving both discarded on the ground.

“You sure about this?” He checks, concern lacing his words.

“Do your worst, Mr. Turner,” I say, craving him, craving something to help keep myself focused on the present, distracted from everything except him.

“Fuck, love, I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.” He growls.

He gets on his knees and heat gathers at my core. My body writhes in anticipation as he spreads my legs in front of him, looking me in the eyes as he brings his lips onto me. I can feel his breath on me, tantalizingly close to my core, and just as I am about to move, his mouth collides with me.

Bliss finds me in an instant, and I run my hand through his hair, amazed at how easily he is able to undo me.

He lifts away for a heartbeat. “Fuck you are so wet already.” He growls, before burying his head between my thighs once again.

I moan as he devours every inch of me, as if he’s starving and I’m the only meal that can satiate his appetite. He licks, sucks, and nips, until I unravel in his mouth, my body shaking and my muscles taut with pleasure. The steam continues to fill the room, the heat and humidity intensifying with every touch, every kiss.

“Enough,” I whisper, my breath ragged. He looks up at me, the blood that was smeared on his neck now on my inner thighs. His eyes dark and hungry, I can see nothing but lust and desire within him.

He stands up, his body glistening from the steam, and helps me down from the countertop, leading me towards the shower as he deftly undresses as he walks.

The hot water cascades over us, providing no relief from the heat within me as we press against each other, our bodies slick from the water. His hands roam over me, exploring every curve and inch of my skin.

My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him closer, wanting more. He grabs the soap, lathering it in his hands before gently massaging my skin, starting at my shoulders before slowly moving down my front, not stopping until he reaches my hips.

His touch is firm yet gentle, his fingers teasing and investigating every part of me. I can feel the desire building within me, the need for him to take me, to make me his completely. He pulls us both under the spray of the water and slowly rinses the soap off me, his hands leaving no inch of me untouched.

“Turn around,” he demands, his voice low and gravelly. I do as he instructs, feeling his hands travel down my back and over my ass. He squeezes me firmly, leaving no doubt about his intentions as I feel his hardness against me. I moan in pleasure, needing him inside of me. His arm wraps around me, caressing my breasts, as the other finds its way between my thighs, stroking me until I am ready to beg for more. I can feel him smile at my response to his touch and he puts his head beside mine, whispering in my ear.

“Tell me to stop, love, and I will. Tell me you’re tired and I’ll happily take you to bed. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

I turn my head towards him, getting lost in those green eyes all over again. “I want you to make me forget my name,” I whisper heatedly.

He growls in response and time seems to freeze as our bodies press against each other, the anticipation between us reaching a peak. His hands tighten around my hips, a possessive grip that send shivers down my spine. I can feel his desire radiating through him, matching the heat that surges within me.

“I don’t have anything, love…” he says, and I know what he’s referencing. I turn my head towards him.

“I don’t care. I don’t care, I want all of you, right now,” I beg.

“Thank god.” He groans against my ear.

He enters me slowly, inch by delicious inch. And I moan at the feel of him, bare inside of me.

“You are mine, love.” He growls, as a gasp escapes my lips and pleasure ripples through every fiber of my being. “Every single inch of you is mine.”

“Say it to me,” he demands, his breathing ragged as he withdraws only to push inside of me again, his strokes slow and deliberate.

“I am yours. Every inch of me is yours.” I pant, and I realize I actually mean the words as they spill from my lips.

The sensation of him inside of me is electrifying, silencing everything in my mind except a primal need for him.

We move together, his strokes raw and intense, each thrust propelling me further into ecstasy.

“Come for me,” he demands, his pace quickening.

His arm wraps around me, his fingers finding the bundle of nerves at my apex, and I struggle to stay standing as I shatter around him, wave after wave of my orgasm almost knocking me to the ground. Strong arms keep me upright, and he finds his release quickly. My core pulses as he comes inside of me, aching for everything he can give me.

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