Page 62 of Dark Embers

I slide in behind her, my hands finding her waist as I press my chest to her slick back.

She startles for a moment, then exhales my name. “Oleksi…”

“Shhh.” I kiss her shoulder. “Relax and let me take care of you.”

I grab the soap and a washcloth and lather it, letting the foam bubble between my fingers before lowering it to her skin. Slowly, I massage the suds into her shoulders and down her back, watching as they slide down her curves, leaving glistening trails along her flesh. Her muscles tense beneath my touch, then slowly unwind as I work away the day’s tension. I pull the cloth over her ass and slip between the cheeks of it, caressing, teasing, and a little purr escapes her throat.

I wash down one leg, paying attention to her pretty little toes on the first, the one foot, and then the other, before running the cloth up her other thigh. I stop at the apex of her legs and gently wash her pretty little pussy, making her groan and push against the tiles.

Standing behind her, she tilts her head back against me when I reach her neck, a low, breathy sound escaping her lips. The steam thickens around us, wrapping us in a private cloud where nothing exists but sensation and heat, so much heat.

I let the cloth fall to the floor and use my hands from there, slick and sure across her hips, around her front. She gasps as I cup her breasts, gently stroking the sensitive peaks with my thumbs until she shudders.

Her hand reaches back for me, needy fingers desperate for purchase against my thigh. My name is on her breath like a prayer—or a curse.

I spin her gently so that she’s facing me, water cascading over both of us now. Her eyes are half-lidded and smoldering with a blend of desire and defiance, challenging me to finish what I’ve started.

Our lips find each other through the mist; the kiss is molten and full of promise. Her body melts against mine like wax under fire.

“Distraction?” she murmurs when we part for air.

“Complete oblivion,” I promise, my voice thick with want.

Her nails drag deliciously down my torso and find my rock-hard cock, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from me.

“May I wash you now, sir?” Her throaty voice makes my member twitch in anticipation.

“I’m not finished washing you yet, my little slutty pet.”

My hands glide over her ribs, teasing upward to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers as my lips find her throat. Sabrina leans into me, arching her back, hips pressing against my aching erection. I grind into her, unable to stop the groan that rattles from my lips as I lick, nip, and suck her neck.

Water trails down her curves, turning her into something primal and divine. My fingers slip between her slick folds to find her swollen clit, and I roll and rub, teasing it.

“Oh God,” she moans as I slip two fingers inside her and start to roll them, knowing how it drives her crazy. “Please, sir…” She sucks in air.

“Please, sir, what, my slutty little pet?” I growl into her ear.

“Please, sir, will you fuck me?” Her head is tilted back, exposing her neck.

I lift her easily. She wraps her legs around my waist as I pin her to the marble wall. Our mouths crash together, tongues dueling, gasping for air between desperate kisses.

I need you so badly, Oleksi, sir.” Sabrina breathes, her head turning into my neck, wrapping her arms around me to support herself. Her breasts rub against my wet, naked chest, making my hard-on almost painful.

I lower her slowly, guiding my cock into her inch by agonizing inch. Her back arches, nails dragging down my shoulders as I fill her. The water washes over us as I thrust deep and slow, keeping her pinned to the wall.

Each movement draws whimpers from Sabrina’s throat, her cries turning sharper as I quicken my pace.

Her nails are now digging into my back as she chants my name. I move, striking the precise location that causes her body to tense up and tremble. Sabrina cries out, clenching around me as she explodes, and I groan her name, filling her with my seed.

We breathe together, chests heaving, foreheads pressed as the water continues to fall around us. I kiss her temple, then lift her again, this time bridal-style and switch off the shower. She doesn’t speak as I carry her from the bathroom, just lays her head against my shoulder, her lips brushing my jaw.

In the cabin, I set her on her feet and get a fluffy towel to dry her. I do so slowly, reverently. Each stroke of the towel becomes a caress. When I kneel and run it between her thighs, she gasps, hips twitching. I look up, catching her flushed cheeks and parted lips.

“You’re so responsive,” I murmur, kissing the inside of her thigh. “I could get drunk on you.”

Sabrina moans, her legs parting wider for me. I nuzzle closer, my tongue flicking out to lick her already-bundled clit. She cries out and entangles her hand in my hair, while I suck and wrap my lips around her pussy.

Her taste is everywhere, her scent filling me up until I can’t breathe, and all I want is to bury myself in it. My cock is hard again as if it’s been too long since the last time I came. I move my head lower, fucking her with my tongue while she writhes against my face.

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