Page 116 of Symphony for Lies

His cock dragged against me, teasing my pussy again and again.

Heat pulsed through my core, hot and liquid.

A deep, pleased sound rumbled from his chest as he moved faster. He released my wrists for a heartbeat, just long enough to shove my thighs together with both hands, before pinning me right back in place.

My head spun. The water, the heat, the feel of him. Everything blurred.

“I want you,” he mumbled against my lips, his voice rough.

His cock continued to slide between my thighs, brushing against my soaked panties.

“Right. Fucking. Now.”

His eyes devoured me with raw hunger flashing in their depths.

“M-my grandmother,” I panted. “She can’t find out.”

Zane let out a low, husky chuckle, catching my words with his lips as he kissed my moan away.

His voice was a sinful whisper against my mouth, “Can I?”

He had me right where he wanted.

I nodded, and that was all he needed.

His lips claimed mine again, swallowing the gasp that escaped as he slid my soaked fabric down my thighs. He finally let go of my arms, and they immediately dropped to his shoulders for balance while his hands grabbed my hips.

He lifted me up, pressing my back against the tiled wall.

I was ready, so fucking ready for him.

As if he could read my thoughts, he thrust into me swiftly.

My toes curled as I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Zane tore his lips from mine just long enough to let me gasp for air, and then his tongue slid against mine once more.

His movements were fast and relentless.

The water pounded down on us, soaking every inch of our bodies as I moved with him, my hips matching his rhythm.

Hours before, my thoughts had been chaos.

But in that shower, there was only him.

Zane.

Alive with me.

I breathed him in and nipped at his lower lip, feeling the heat between us build into something overwhelming.

“Never again,” he hissed against my mouth.

A hand wandered over my body, fingers grazing my lower stomach, pressing down just enough to make me feel every inch of him.

I was close. So close.

“Never.” Thrust. “Again.” Thrust.

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