Page 56 of Forever Cursed

“Tell me this is real,” she mumbles. Her fingertips barely touch my skin while she trails them down my body. “Tell me this isn’t all in my head.”

Lifting her chin with my fingers, I place a kiss on her lips. “This is real, Wildflower. You’re finally mine.”

A series of chills creeps over her skin, and she shivers. Her teeth begin to chatter while I wrap my arms around her. I scoop her in my arms and walk us toward the bathroom. “Let’s get warm before we do anything,” I say, kissing her cheek before placing her down to turn the shower on.

When I turn around, steam fills the room, fogging the mirror Chrissy is in front of. I approach her, like a beast stalking their prey. Except this pretty bird isn’t scared of me. No, she’s far from that. This girl looks me dead in the eyes and removes her shorts.

“Did I say you could take this off?” My voice drops as I stare down at her.

“I didn’t know I had to ask permission,” she sasses.

I reach behind her and pull her close by pressing the nape of her neck. She releases a tiny gasp when I yank her underwear down. “Take my shorts off, and then my boxers.”

With a tiny nod, she looks down, but I twist my hands in her curls and tilt her head back up. “Did I say you could look away?” I smirk when she shakes her head.

She unties the drawstring of my shorts, and with a gentle tug, she slides them over my ass, and they pool around my ankles. Her fingertips dance around the waistband of my boxer briefs.

If she were to look down, she would see how hard I am. My cock is pressing against the fabric, begging for me to let it free so she can wrap her hand around it.

I’m going to savor this moment. I won’t give in even though Ireallywant to. I want to sink my cock inside her. I want to feel her walls pulsate and massage every inch of my length. I want to hear her scream my name as I fuck her.

But not yet.

My boxers cascade over my legs and fall on the floor.

Chrissy swallows before licking her lips.

I nod back toward the shower, and she peels herself away from me to obey. I turn around and let my eyes roam over her figure.

She’s thin, but she has a subtle dip in her waistline that rolls over her hips. My hands are itching to cup her ass and massage it until she moans. My feet stick to the tile floor when I stroll toward her. She steps into the shower and leaves the glass door open so I can step in with her. Our gazes never leave one another, both hungry and desperate to get our hands on one another again.

I tower over her, and she sidesteps out of the water. Curling my hand in her hair, I guide her back under the showerhead, soaking her hair and her body.

“Better?” I ask.

“Much.” She smiles, and the water trickles over her full lips. “Your turn.”

I go to protest, but her hands land on my hips, and she maneuvers me around her with grace. The sweat and lingering chill wash away while I bend my head back and groan.

Chrissy’s hands start to travel down my body, but I snatch her wrists and secure them against my chest.

“You’re eager,” I growl while brushing my nose against hers.

“You have no idea,” she lets out in a single breath.

I toy with her lips, not making full contact. She tries to lean in to close the gap, but I pull away to tease her.

“Please, Rome,” she begs.

“Please, what?”

“Please let me kiss you.”

“Hmm,” I hum against her lips.

“Please,” she murmurs.

I place my hand against her throat and crash my lips into hers. Our touch is wild, passionate, stomach tilting. I lick her lips, and she parts them for me. She tastes like strawberry ice cream. She moans into my mouth as our tongues whirl around one another. The sensation vibrates my core and makes my voice husky.

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