“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “So goddamn perfect.”
I tightened around him, urging him on, and he growled, low and deep in his chest. Then he began to move, slow and deliberate at first but quickly building into something more urgent. The water cascaded over us, muffling the sounds of our ragged breathing, our bodies moving together.
His fingers dug into my hips, pressing me to the wall, anchoring me in place as he thrust into me with a rhythm that left me dizzy. My legs tightened around his waist and I clung to him as heat coiled in my stomach, threatening to unravel me completely.
“Talon,” I cried out again as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside me.
“I got you,” he growled against my ear. “Let go.”
His words were a command, a plea, and a promise
