The water splashed and rippled around us as our bodies joined, creating tiny waves that lapped against the stone bath. Darren emitted a low, satisfied growl that vibrated from his chest into mine, primal and unrestrained. His grip on my waist tightened, fingers pressing into my flesh with barely controlled desire.
“You’re my queen,” he murmured, the words half-statement, half-answered prayer.
I rolled my hips in answer, establishing a rhythm. “And you’re my king. Don’t ever forget that.” My voice caught as pleasure built within me.
“Never. These memories will be what keep me alive.” He growled, gripping my hips, guiding my movements.
The slide of wet skin against skin, the gentle resistance of the water around us, the building tension between us, created the song of our lovemaking.
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