I think they could have been. I think they could have been great. We could have done more together, we could have gotten to know each other more. We could have done all of this earlier.
I giggled tiredly. If you think about it this isn’t my first shower with Shane. I had just been with him in here last night. The difference in why and the difference in me were great. The last time I was in here, I swore he was the enemy.
Now, he’s washing me after he dicked me down. My, how the tides have changed. I shook my head. The last thing I needed was to start down the path of before or after. I just needed to stay in the moment a little longer.
I didn’t want to think about what I should be doing or what I was going to do after this. I wasn’t going to think about tomorrow and I wasn’t going to think about war, or dreams, or mates, or witches. I was going to enjoy this.
I hurt and I’m tired but I want to make the most of this. I turn around and face Shane. We don’t have much time left together. He stares down at me and I can feel the sorrow starting to seep in.
I can feel the fantasy canvas I’ve painted start to burn at the edges. It’s beautiful and I don’t want to look away from it. I want to stare at it for as long as I can. I ignore the burning of reality and lean my back against the shower tiles.
His eyes drop to the water droplets as they slide down the curves of my breasts and the rest of my body. I lift my leg and plant it on the shower wall beside us. Opening myself up to him, I drop my fingers to my sensitive well-fucked pussy.
I slide my fingers between my lips and I watch as the flicker of lust erupts and ignites a burning passion in his eyes. He takes a step forward and I whimper as I rub fierce circles into my over-sensitive clit. He slaps my hand away and I groan in protest.
He widens my thighs and steps between my legs. He grips my hips and lifts me in the air as he takes a step back and kicks the stool from the corner in the middle of the shower. He brings me down on him and I wrap my legs around his hips. Shane looks up at me with adoration and pure fucking sin.
The hot water hits my back and I stare into Shane’s eyes as he lowers me until the tip of his cock pushes into my sore core. I’m panting as he slips between my lips and I’m pulled down slowly on his thick shaft.
I gasp as inch by fat inch slides into me. It’s torturous and painful but it feels good at the same time. Taking Shane’s cock is like taking his love, it’s hard, feels like torture, and it’s painful.
My eyes roll in the back of my head as I take all of him. I’m fully seated and I feel his lips on my neck. A low growl rumbles in his chest but I feel too good to care. I feel too good to ask why he’s growling.
I feel too good to ask why he’s angry. He lifts me up off him and slams me down hard. I cry out and my head drops back. My fingers dig into his muscular arms. If it hurts he doesn’t say anything.
He bites my throat and I think I know why he’s growling. He pulls out of me and slams me down on his cock. I’m lifted into the air and slammed down on his hardness as he thrusts up into me.
His grunts are loud, his thrusts are angry, and I wrap my arms around him and hold on as tightly as possible. I try to hold off my orgasm for as long as possible but his thrusts only quicken, he slams me down on him harder and harder as if he needs my orgasm as much as he needs air to breathe.
“You’re mine, you hear me?”
He makes an animalistic sound and thrusts into me. I can’t hold it anymore. In this moment, Shane owns me. As he takes me the way he needs me. The pain, and the pleasure they’re one and the same. I cry, real tears mix with the water as I come.
“Yes, Shane. I’m yours.”
As if he were waiting for my words, he comes with a roar. He buries his nose into the crook of my neck as he jerks into me. He fills me up and I slump against him.
“I came in here to clean you up and walked right into your trap. Who’s the little predator now?” Shane chuckles. I laugh tiredly. He washes me, cleans me up, and carries me out to bed. He dries me up and I slip into one of his t-shirts. It falls just below my ass and smells like him. I wrap my arms around myself as he turns off the lights.
“Sleep,” Shane murmurs as he crawls into bed.
I turn toward him and he pulls me into his arms. His embrace is strong and full of unexpected warmth. The light from the room filters in. His fingers slide through my hair and it feels good.
I try to stay awake, to enjoy every moment of this. It isn’t often that I’ve seen him like this, soft and sweet. I wanted to savor this fantasy we had for as long as I could. I fight to keep my eyes open as I stare at Shane’s outline. My eyes flutter shut.
“I love you, My Goddess,” Shane murmurs into the darkness. A feather-light kiss that couldn’t possibly be from him pressed against my hair and everything goes black.