Sienna’s POV
Before we head into the bathroom, we make a quick pit stop to drop his things off in my room. Once inside the bathroom, I turn on the shower. He discards the used condom and replaces it with another like he’s already made up his mind.
I take off my bonnet because it is wash day after all and step into the shower. He follows me in just seconds later.
Without hesitation, he pushes my back up against the cool tile wall and attacks my mouth with a hunger that steals my breath. I barely remember him breaking the kiss before lifting me up and sliding into me with such force I nearly black out. He’s like a machine, relentless, precise, dominant. I cling to him like my life depends on it.
Climax after climax ripples through me, until I scream out a guttural “f**k,” and he grips me
