All the way, in one slow, unbroken thrust. Her body opened for him, the stretch deep and full, and she felt every inch of him sliding into her the heat, the pressure, the way her walls gripped him like she'd been waiting for it. Her hands, bound above her, fisted in the sheets. Her eyes stayed on the water.
Lucas let out a breath a low sound, almost a groan and stilled inside her. "f**k," he said, quiet. "You feel like you were made for this."
He started to move. Slow at first, shallow thrusts that built a rhythm. His hands found her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above the rope burns, and he f****d her with a steady, deep pressure that pushed the air from her lungs with each stroke. The bed creaked under them. The water rushed. Zoe's eyes stayed fixed on the bathroom door
