24
Jace
Shedding the towel, Jace walks into the shower adjoining his own bedroom. Turning the temperature of the water to cold. All the way. The ice-cold needles tear into his skin, but he doesn’t notice.
He's still hard, and all he can think of is sinking himself into her softness. Again and again.
His arousal throbs.
Not good.
He turns the force of the shower higher, wincing this time as the water pounds down on his head, his chest. Finally beating his desire into submission for now.
By the time he steps out, wrapping a towel around his waist, drying his hair with another, his head is clear.
Marginally.
When Sienna had pushed against him, asking him to release her, he'd almost growled with frustration, ready to take her right then. Hoping if he'd had her once it would be enough
