BOOK 3: Chapter 10: The First Night
The air in the bathroom is thick with steam, curling along the edges of the mirror, blurring the lights overhead into hazy halos. The hiss of the shower fades into the background, overtaken by the rustle of breath, the soft slap of skin against tile, the broken cadence of a woman giving in. Her back arches against the sink’s cold edge, muscles trembling, thighs slick and parted, and she’s not holding back anymore.
She tried. God, she tried. But his mouth—his hands—his voice whispered against her ear with such dark promise, it wore down every ounce of resistance until she shattered. And now she’s breathless beneath his fingers, moaning—no, crying out—as he plunges two fingers inside her again, curling them just right, dragging along that slick, aching s
