Page 14 of Bunker Down, Baby

I slam my mouth back onto hers, growling into the kiss, biting at her lips, dragging my hands down her perfect, soaking-wet body.

Her legs are still locked around my waist, her bare skin slick against mine, and when I roll my hips forward, she gasps into my mouth, breathy, desperate, needy.

Fuck.

I need more.

I need all of her.

I shift, gripping her thighs, hoisting her higher, until she’s right where I want her, her back pressed against the shower tile, water trailing down her flushed skin.

She looks so fucking good like this.

Wild-eyed. Dripping. Hair a mess. Lips kiss-swollen and parted on a ragged breath.

And the way she’s looking at me, like she already owns me. Like she’s waiting for me to admit it.

I clench my jaw, grinding against her again, letting her feel exactly how hard she’s got me.

“Say it again,” I growl.

She blinks, dazed. “Say what?”

I lean in, teeth grazing her jaw, her throat, her pulse.

Her breath catches.

“Tell me I’m yours,” I whisper. “And I’ll fucking ruin you.”

Her moan is almost too soft to hear, but I feel it.

Every.

Single.

Fucking.

Vibration.

And then, her fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to meet my eyes. Her grin is pure fucking sin.

“Oh, baby,” she purrs, arching into me. “You are mine.”

And fuck.

That’s it.

I lose it.

I slam into her, swallowing her moan as she clings to me, tight and perfect and fucking heaven.

And Jesus fuck, she’s so goddamn wet.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her hips rock against mine, and she takes every inch like she was made for this, like she was waiting for this.

For me.

I grab her ass, grinding her down onto me, hitting deep, deep, deep.

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