ADRIEN POV - Carrying Her Out of the Shower
I didn’t stop kissing her.
I couldn’t.
Her lips were warm and trembling against mine, her hands still tangled in my hair as if she was terrified I might pull away.
As if she already knew I wouldn’t.
The cold water kept pouring over us, but my blood… it felt like fire.
“Elena…” I whispered against her mouth—warning, begging, losing myself all at once.
She only pulled me closer.
That was all it took.
I tightened my hold around her waist, my lips still moving against hers—slow, fierce, hungry.
And without breaking the kiss, I slipped one arm beneath her legs and lifted her effortlessly from the shower wall.
She gasped softly, her fingers clenching at my shoulders, her body arching into mine as the air outside the water hit her damp skin.
