SASHA’S POV
As I stepped into the shower, the warm spray cascaded down my skin, washing away the tension I’d been holding. My thoughts ran wild as I thought about Sebastian.
His gaze alone was enough to make me feel like I could dissolve on the spot. He watched me with an intensity I couldn’t deny, as if he’d been holding himself back just to savour every single inch of me.
But tonight, I didn’t want to be shy. I didn’t want to hide or shrink away from his gaze. I wanted to feel every bit of what he had to offer, and I wanted to give him the same in return.
When he joined me in the shower, the heat in his eyes was undeniable, and I couldn’t stop the thrill that pulsed through me.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Sasha?” he murmured, his voice low and rough as his hands settled on my hips, pulling me close until there was no space between us.
His touch was electrifying, sending shivers through me as his hands roamed up and down my body.
My breaths came out shallow, mingling with the steam around us. “Show me, Sebastian. Show me everything.”
The look that flashed across his face was pure, unfiltered desire. He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a kiss so intense it made my knees weak.
The water poured over us, but I barely noticed it, too caught up in the feeling of his lips moving against mine, tasting and claiming me.
I couldn’t stop myself from clinging to him, my hands running up his back, feeling the taut muscles flex under my touch.
His lips left mine, trailing down my neck, leaving a path of heat that had me gasping. He didn’t hurry, taking his time as if savouring every inch of me.
His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me tighter against him until I could feel every inch of his body pressed into mine. I let out a soft moan as his lips found the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“Sebastian,” I whispered, the word slipping out before I could even think.
I reached up, tangling my fingers in his wet hair, holding him close as I felt his lips travel lower, his hands exploring and igniting every part of me they touched.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark with passion. “You’re so beautiful, Sasha,” he whispered, his voice thick. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine. I pressed myself closer, feeling emboldened. I didn’t want to hold back, not anymore.
I wanted to be vulnerable with him, to let myself feel everything. This time, I wouldn’t shy away. I let my hands wander over his body, exploring every muscle, every scar.
His sharp intake of breath only fueled my courage, and I found myself guiding his hands, showing him exactly where I needed him.
The warmth of his breath against my skin, the way his lips moved over me with such reverence-I let it all in, moaning his name as his hands found the places that had me seeing stars.
It wasn’t enough to just feel him-I wanted more. I arched against him, every nerve in my body alight.
His hands moved down, lifting me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.
We moved together, a rhythm that felt as natural as breathing, and I felt myself spiralling, lost in the sensation, in him.
My nails grazed over his back, clinging to him, urging him on as he held me close, whispering my name like a prayer.
“Sasha,” he murmured against my lips, his voice hoarse. “I love you. God, I love you.”
Hearing those words in this moment, feeling the depth of his passion in every touch, every whispered promise, I felt my heart swell.
“I love you too, Sebastian. So much,” I breathed, meeting his gaze. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that mirrored my own, a reflection of everything we’d been through to get here.
He didn’t need to say anything else. The way he looked at me, the way he held me, said it all. We moved together, losing ourselves in each other, our breaths mingling, our hands exploring, our bodies completely entwined.
The world faded away, leaving only the sound of our breathing, the feel of his skin against mine, the warmth of the water cascading over us.
When the intensity built to a crescendo, I cried out his name, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over me, and he was right there with me, holding me close as we reached the peak together.
Even as the waves ebbed, he held me, staying close, his forehead resting against mine, both of us catching our breath.
We didn’t move, both lost in the aftermath of what we’d just shared. His arms stayed wrapped around me, and I felt safe, cherished.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to find him watching me with that same adoration, that same intensity that had started it all.
“Tell me you feel it too,” he whispered, his thumb brushing against my cheek, his eyes soft but filled with a fierce sincerity.
I cupped his face, smiling softly as I gazed into his eyes. “I feel it, Sebastian. I feel it more than I ever thought I could. I’m yours, just as much as you’re mine.”
Hearing those words seemed to ease something in him, and he let out a shaky breath, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
We stayed like that, holding each other as if afraid to let go, as if we could keep this moment suspended in time.
Finally, he smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made my heart flutter. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
I laughed softly, resting my head against his chest. “Good. Because you drive me crazy too.”
The water was starting to cool, but neither of us moved, content to simply be together, to revel in the warmth of our shared feelings.