Page 51 of The Masks We Burn

Even as I think it, I know it’s not the case. He wouldn’t dare hurt me. Not because he has feelings for me, but I can tell now he really is nothing but the big teddy bear Lily told me about. And if I wasn’t… the way I am, his display at the restaurant would have been the most romantic thing that’s ever happened to me.

Too bad Iamthe way I am.

I enter the standing glass shower and immediately melt under the hot water. I hadn’t realized I was this tense until the pressure from the water pounded into my muscles, massaging the tiny knots. Before I can close my eyes, the snap of the glass door opening draws my attention to a naked William stepping inside.

I have to force my eyes to stay on his as I back farther into the water. “Go take a shower at your own house. I really am done talking to you for the day.”

“I’m good with you not talking. You do it too fucking much.”

Before I can tell him off, the words die in my mouth. He grasps the sides of my face and presses a brutal kiss to my lips. His tongue pries my mouth open before slipping inside and taking everything. Just like before, it’s starved and desperate, like it’s been too long since the last time we touched. But now anger and frustration line his tight hold and in the unrelenting force he’s using.

Drunk in seconds, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back with just as much fervor, rising on my toes to push him into the wall. But William takes it as a challenge and spins us around, shoving my back into the cold tile, making me gasp.

He eats that up too, barely giving me time to breathe before his tongue is tangling with mine. It’s a never-ending battle for dominance and neither of us is willing to back down.

His erection grows between us, and when I press closer to feel it, he releases my face and has my legs wrapped around his waist in the next blink. My clit throbs against the contact, begging for the friction as I moan into his mouth.

He draws back, breaking the kiss, and when I open my mouth to protest, I see his dark green eyes boring into me. Tingles shoot up my body when I realize he’s waiting.

Waiting for me to say yes.

We both know that we’ve put this off for the same reason. After this, our hunger will be fed and whatever was burning between us will die out. It’s our MO.

But I want him too bad to care about tomorrow.

No, Ineedhim right now. Fuck everything else.

I bite into my bottom lip and nod once, my eyelids fluttering like the butterflies in my stomach as every inch of my skin begs to be touched by him.

He leans forward, moving the wet hair from my face, and lifts me slightly. I feel as he lines himself up, the head pressing into my pussy agonizingly slow, before he pauses, a smug smirk on his face.

My breaths are coming too quick, the anticipation eating at any possible words, but that’s what he’s looking for. He wants me totellhim what I want.

Asshole.

“Fuck me, Will.”

His smile grows. “My pleasure, baby girl.”

When he thrusts, filling me to the hilt, I scream, an intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain shooting up my core. He allows me a second to adjust, and once I rock my hips, he draws out and thrusts in, smiling when I cry out again.

I pull him closer, missing his lips too much to care about the temporary pause in his movements. Only this time, I give him the control, and he happily takes advantage, kissing me breathless until I finally break away and lean back into the wall.

He drives into me again and again. His groans mixed with the friction of his body brushing past my clit the perfect combination, and before I realize it, my nerves are vibrating, my pussy clenching with the promise of release.

“That’s it, Amora. I want to feel you come around my dick.”

I claw into his back, holding on for support as I fix my hips in place, melting as he hits the same spot over and over and over.

My orgasm comes hard, stealing my breath as it catapults me over the edge, falling into the abyss. He fucks me through it, prolonging the ecstasy as he chases his own release. With a guttural curse, he lifts me, his warm cum landing on my pussy as he pulls out.

Holding me still, his head falls in the crook of my neck, his chest rising and falling with his staggered breath. After a few minutes, he places soft kisses on my collarbone making my heart squeeze, before trailing up the column of my throat and finding my lips. The kiss is sensual and delicate and everything I didn’t know I needed after being fucked senseless in the shower.

He shifts, and I hold tight to his massive arms as he lowers me tenderly, his mouth never leaving mine as I find the warm tile and steady myself.

Finally stable, he slowly removes his hand and grabs the loofah behind him. He pours too much body wash into the mesh and soaps it up until there’s an obscene amount of suds. I hold out my hand, but he bats it away, stepping back into my space to soap me up.

“I’m not a child.” I mean for it to have more bite, but my current orgasmic bliss is too high for me to be able to snap at him.

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