Irina’s POV
In one swift movement, he lifted and spun me around, pressing my front against the cool, wet tile. His warm body covered mine from behind, his d**k hard already, throbbing against my back.
His mouth found the side of my neck, his teeth nipping at the damp skin as his hands slid down my hips.
“Your body,” he growled, the words causing his chest to vibrate against my skin. “Is driving me crazy.”
After that, he sank his teeth into my marking spot, not hard enough to mark, but enough to make me yelp and moan in pleasure.
He was teasing me.
One hand splayed across my stomach, holding me in place. The other slid between my legs, his fingers finding my c**t.
I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder as he touched me, my breathing quickening and coming in short gasps.
