Zane
I grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the tile wall, her back hitting the cold surface with a gasp.
“Enough,” I growled.
The water poured directly over us now. Cold spray hitting my shoulders and cascading down, soaking us both completely.
She looked up at me, her eyes still glazed but defiant.
“I want you to touch me,” she breathed. “Want your mouth on me. Want you to…”
“Stop talking.”
“...taste me.”
I covered her mouth with my hand. Not roughly but firmly enough to silence her.
“You need to stop,” I said, my voice low and strained. “Right now.”
She made a sound against my palm. Then her tongue flicked against my skin.
I yanked my hand back like I had been burned. “You have to stop all of this now.
I kept her pinned there. Let the cold water keep falling while her s
