Fenris dipped down, happy to oblige as he leaned over me, his dark hair leaving little rivulets running down my cheek as I sighed and groaned. It felt like I couldn’t stop making these little noises. Despite being in the shower, I felt like a complete mess.
“I want to have you,” Fenris rumbled into my ear, and I swore I almost came from the sound of his voice alone.
“Please,” I whimpered, rolling my hips backward.
It was his turn to groan, all low and guttural.
He finally pulled me away from the wall. “Get on your hands and knees,” he growled.
I moaned once more, complying at once. The tile wasn’t exactly comfortable underneath my knees, but I didn’t care, not while Fenris rearranged himself behind me and grabbed my hips. He exhaled as he lined himself up, and I tried to spread my leg
