Page 22 of Wicked Fate

"Your turn," I whispered, reaching for the soap.

He raised an eyebrow, that dangerous smile lifting one corner of his mouth as I swirled the soap between my palms until they were covered in lather.

I placed my hands on his chest and took my time, tracing his muscles. My soapy hands glided over his broad shoulders, down his powerful arms, feeling the strength beneath my fingertips. His eyes never left mine, darkening as my touch became less about cleaning and more about exploring.

"You're enjoying this." His voice strained as my hands worked lower, tracing the defined lines of his abs.

"Immensely." His muscles tensed as my fingers dipped just below his navel.

My hands slid lower and wrapped around his dick again. His sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through me, a surge of power at knowing I could affect him this way. I stroked him slowly, taking in his changing expression.

I tightened my grip slightly and quickened my pace. His breath came in shorter bursts, and the water poured over us, smoothing my movements as I worked him.

His response was a strangled sound, somewhere between a groan and my name. Emboldened, I experimented with pressure and pace, cataloging every twitch, every hitch in his breath.

"Fuck, Ember," he managed, his voice rougher than I'd ever heard it. One of his hands braced against the shower wall while the other tangled in my wet hair.

I marveled at the contrast between us—his large frame towering over me, muscles coiled tight with restraint, while I explored him with deliberate movements. Steam wrapped around us like a cocoon, creating our own private world where nothing existed beyond this moment, this connection.

His hips rocked against my hand. I could feel him growing even harder. The way his jaw clenched and the tendons in his neck stood out in stark relief told me how close he was getting to the edge.

"You feel incredible," I whispered, mesmerized by his reaction to my touch. "I could do this all day." My free hand traced patterns on his chest, and I raked my teeth against his neck.

His body tightened and he jerked away, causing me to damn near stumble.

Had I done something wrong?

CHAPTERSEVEN

My heart felt like it was breaking in two, the agony on par with losing my pack. A sob built in my chest, and his eyes widened.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked and cupped my face.

“If you need more time, I get it.” I tried to swallow my sob and hold back the tears. He’d given me additional space when I’d needed it. Doing the same for him was only fair.

"More time?" His brows furrowed as the water ran over his body. "That’s not it at all. I just didn’t want to finish like this.”

“Like what?” He’d pleasured me, and I wanted to return the favor.

His hands dropped to my waist, and he stepped forward until my back was pressed against the cool tile wall. The contrast between the cold surface at my back and his burning hot body against my front sent shivers racing along my spine.

"I want to be inside you the first time I come for you," he growled. "I've waited too long for this—for you—to rush it."

The raw hunger in his gaze made my heart slam against my ribs and my body nearly combust. Water continued to cascade over us, steam filling the small space until it felt like we were suspended in some dreamlike realm where only we existed.

His mouth found mine again and demanded even more this time. Desperation built to a throbbing ache. One of his hands tangled in my wet hair while the other slid down my back, cupping my ass and lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my core pressing against his hardness.

"Ryker," I whispered against his lips.

He pressed his forehead to mine, his glowing golden eyes locked with mine as he positioned himself against my entrance. He rasped, "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me."

"I want you. Only you. No one has ever made me feel like this." The words tumbled from my mouth.

“I’ve never wanted anyone but you,” he confessed and entered me slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch and fullness made me gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. When he was fully seated inside me, he stilled.

Somehow even more desire blasted through me, and I tried to buck against him, but he held firm.

"You feel like home," he murmured.

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