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Neither of us spoke as we stripped off our clothes, tossing each piece into the fire.

"This way." He said, grabbing my fingers and pulling me toward a small teakwood box near the back of the house.

He pulled the door shut as we stepped inside. "Close your eyes," he murmured.

My eyes pinched shut just as a torrent of icy water rained down from above, hitting my skin like tiny frozen needles. I gasped, quickly snapping my mouth shut so I wouldn't swallow any debris.

An outside shower was a brilliant idea, but he was definitely going to pay for not giving me a warning.

Warm hands swiped across my face, washing away the grime.

"You can open them," he said gently.

I cracked them open, a little at first, then opened wide, taking in the cramped dimensions of the teakwood shower, clearly only meant for one.

Ahren stared down at me as he continued running his hands alongmy skin, taking a new layer of grime with each swipe.

I began doing the same, placing my hands on the hard planes of his abdomen, pushing up with one long swipe, revealing a path of golden tanned skin. He was achingly beautiful, even covered in blood and gore.

Each brush of a hand, both his and mine, was another step up the tightly wound spiral staircase of desire we had been climbing.

He offered a teasing smile as his thumbs brushed across my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my clit, his hands seeming to follow the same invisible path as they traveled lower. He leaned down, catching my lip between his as his fingers slid through that patch of unruly curls at the apex of my thighs, silently asking for entrance.

My lips parted with a gasp and his tongue pushed through as my legs fell open. My breath sawed in and out of me in short, heavy pants, my mind a mess and my body on overload, unable to keep up with the frenzied pace of his kiss. All I could do was let him give me the pleasure he wanted.

My fingers dug into his shoulders as I pulled him closer, desperate for more.

I cried out, the heat pooling in my lower half seemed to liquify all at once, sending waves of pleasure so strong my vision whited out for a moment.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come."

I opened my eyes to find him staring at me, like one might stare at a sunrise over the Grand Canyon, with awe and reverence.

He rubbed his hands over my back in soothing circles as I fought to get my racing heart under control and keep my legs from shaking.

"I-I'm ok," I said, stepping back, pressing against the wall.

Confusion marred his face, and I took it in my hand. "I just need a moment. That was—I don't know that I have a word for that just yet. I want more. I want all of you, Ahren. I just need a moment to catch my breath."

He nodded. Reaching behind him, he brought out a bottle of shampoo and squirted some in his palm and quickly scrubbed it through his hair and rinsed until the water was clean.

"Want me to do you?" He asked, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a sly smile.

"What if I do?" I asked, pasting on my best wide-eyed innocent look.

"Turn around," he growled, spinning me toward the wall and kicking my legs apart slightly. "Hands on the wall."

I obeyed immediately, pressing my palms against the wall.

"I'm going to have so much fucking fun with you," he growled, biting my ear softly.

Chapter 39

AHREN

This was a bad fucking idea. I groaned internally. Every cell in my body, especially my aching cock, wanted nothing more than to pin her to the wall of this shower and force myself into her tight little body. Despite the slight tremble in her hands as they pressed against the wall, I knew she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

If I did the things racing through my mind right now, there's no way I could be gentle—I'd rip her apart.

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