Page 22 of Shattered World

Sighing, Warner reached around me, scanning the key and opening the door. With questioning eyes aimed toward him, he winked.

“Murphy slipped me the key.”

I had no clue when that had happened, but I also didn’t care. Not a second passed after the door was closed and suddenly I was pressed against it. Warner lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he brought my face level with his.

His eyes darkened with lust, and then his mouth was on mine. Our tongues tangled desperately, his hands squeezing the flesh of my ass as he pressed me harder into the door.

His cock was already hard, the delicious feel of him grinding into my center having my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Pulling from the kiss, his lips skated down my neck, biting and sucking to the point that I knew he’d leave a mark. I found that the thought sent a thrill up my spine, loving the idea that he would leave something behind. A reminder that he had been here.

Spinning us, he kept his grip on my ass, walking into the bathroom. He didn’t bother shutting the door, dropping me onto the counter.

“I really do need a shower,” he said, ripping his shirt over his head in one fluid movement.

My mouth watered at the dark hair that smattered across his chest, a trail leading to the waist of his pants. With a cocky smirk, he slid the pants and his briefs down his legs, stepping out of them and into the shower.

Turning the water on, he stepped under the spray. Rubbing my thighs together to ease the ache he had built, I enjoyed the show, watching as the water sliced over the cuts and ridges of his stomach.

His arms flexed as he massaged the soap into his hair, his eyes never leaving me. Once he was clean, he shut the water off, not bothering with a towel.

Standing before me, he didn’t give me a single touch, allowing his eyes to do all the work.

“My turn for a show,” he mumbled, sliding his hand down until he fisted his cock.

“Take your shirt off. Slowly.”

Following his directions, I slid the fabric up my body, flinging the material off to the side. Warner’s eyes darkened even further as he took in my bare chest, his hand tightening on himself.

“Now your pants.”

Lifting my hips, I wiggled the pants off my hips, allowing my underwear to follow. Completely bare before him, I felt no embarrassment. There was no guilt that only a few days ago, another man had seen me the exact same. There wasn’t room for any of that when this felt so right.

“The things I’ve dreamed of doing to this body,” Warner groaned.

Feeling powerful under his gaze, I said, “Show me.”

With a wicked grin, Warner invaded my space, dropping to his knees. Gripping one ankle, he draped my leg over his shoulder, tossing the opposite in the next moment.

Leaning forward, his hot breath hit my center, my body arching off the counter. His hands were immediately there, palming my thighs and keeping me still.

Turning his head to the side, he bit into the sensitive flesh of my thigh, my head tilting back against the mirror.

“Your eyes on me,” he demanded and I tilted back up, watching as his tongue peeked out, licking a path up the opposite thigh.

Sucking and biting around the spot I desperately craved for him to be, my breasts heaved with my erratic breaths.

“Warner, please,” I begged.

Apparently, those were the only words he needed because in the next moment his tongue was on me, licking a path up my center. Landing on my clit, he moved in a delicious rhythm, my eyes struggling to stay open and on him.

One hand trailed up my stomach, lightly squeezing my hip as he dragged me closer to his mouth. Continuing his path, hefound my nipple, pinching until a jolt of pain mixed with the pleasure of his mouth against me.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, my legs tightening around his head as my entire body began to shake.

Warner didn’t let up even as my hands found his hair, gripping the strands. My entire body stilled as pleasure wracked through me, freezing every muscle. It was all too much to handle and my eyes finally shut, my head banging against the glass of the mirror as I fell over the edge.

When the waves of ecstasy finally subsided, Warner kissed a path up my body, the taste of myself filling my mouth as his tongue met mine.

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