Page 103 of Bound By Secrets

“Every time my mind replays that video, I remember more from the night that it was taken. I don’t want to remember how helpless I felt or how vulnerable I was. I want to wipe thethoughts from my mind, Nate. Please, help me try and forget,” I implore.

“Callie, I want to help, I do, but I don’t want you to regret this.”

A small smile pulls at my lips.

“I love how caring you are, and I love that you’re concerned. I can promise you, I won’t regret this afterwards. I want this, Nate. Even if it doesn’t help, I still want this.”

His uncertain eyes flick between mine and then trail down my naked body that's curled in his lap. He releases a deep sigh and nods his head.

“Okay, but if you want to stop at any point, if it triggers anything for you, you tell me immediately.” I nod, agreeing with him. His eyes sweep my body again. “Shower, we’ll kill two birds with one stone.”

He stands, lifting me in his arms and walks us over to the shower. Releasing his arm from beneath my legs, he lets my feet drop to the floor and then moves his warm body away from mine.

“Get in and start the shower, I’m just gonna get undressed then I’ll join you,” he says, nudging me towards the frosted-glass panel door of the shower.

I move into the small cubicle, closing the glass door behind me before turning the handle of the shower. My pert nipples welcome the heat of the water as it begins to rain over my body and I close my eyes, listening to the sound of the water hitting the tiles around me.

I feel a cold draft against my back moments before a pair of hands lightly grip my hips and Nate’s warm body presses against mine from behind.

His arms wrap around me as he rests his head atop of mine, joining me beneath the stream of water. The feel of his chest against my back brings me comfort and my muscles relax as I lean against him, eyes still sealed shut.

“What do you wash first, body or hair?” He asks, voice soft and quiet in my ear.

I move my face from under the water before opening my eyes and turning to look at him. His dick bumps against my hip as I move, and my eyes instinctively drop.

My brows raise with shock when I see his cock, standing tall and proud, bobbing between us. I watch as it twitches, fascinated by the motion. Lifting my gaze to Nate’s, I step closer to him, closing the gap between us and pressing my naked body against his.

“Callie, are you sure we-”

“Please, Nate.”

His eyes flit between mine before drifting down to where our bodies are pressed together. My chest is moving rapidly, breasts rising and falling with each breath. I’m not sure whether it’s from fear or desire.

Both emotions are flowing through my body, fighting against each other to see which one will come out on top.

Nate’s hands caress my skin, his gentle touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. My stomach quivers with anticipation as his palms slide across my skin, one venturing downwards whilst the other lifts to the back of my neck.

I place my hands on his silky shoulders as he steps to the side, letting the water crash against our joined bodies. His hand glides down my stomach, travelling lower and lower until his fingers slip beneath my folds and a breathy moan falls from my lips.

“Mmm, you’re so fucking wet for me. Aren’t you, Callie?”

I peer up at him, nodding as droplets fall from my lashes. His usual green eyes are now a shade darker, his lustful gaze burning into mine.

His tongue darts out from between his lips as he applies pressure to my neck with the hand that’s clasped around it, pulling our faces impossibly close together.

His lips skim against mine at the same time the hard ridges of his dick brush against my lower stomach. My legs part as his hand begins to move between them, his fingers gliding through my wetness.

When the heel of his palm rubs against my clit, I jolt from the unexpected touch and a small smirk pulls at his lips before he leans forward, capturing my mouth with his.

The kiss is gentle yet demanding.

Tender swipes of his tongue as well as little nips with his teeth.

My nails dig into his shoulders as he pushes a finger inside of me, and he hisses from the action.

He pushes me backwards until my back presses against the chilled shower wall, and his hand releases my neck, cupping my head instead to create a barrier between my skull and the hard-tiled wall behind me.

Pumping his finger inside of me as his hand applies pressure to my clit has soft moans drifting around the room and tears prickling in my eyes.

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