Elle POV
“I told you to be careful what you invited,” Blake growled, his hand fisting in my wet hair, his other arm a steel band around my waist as he lifted me effortlessly against the shower wall. “Now you get exactly what you asked for.”
My back met the cool, wet tile, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body pressing into mine. Steam swirled around us, thick and heavy with his scent—smoke, spice, and pure, untamed male. His mouth crashed down on mine, not asking, not testing, but taking. It was a claiming kiss, deep and consuming, and a molten wave of desire washed through me so intensely my knees buckled. He held me up effortlessly, his thigh slotting between mine, pressing up against my core where I was already aching and slick.
The bond between us roared to life, a conduit of raw
