Page 27 of Until Death Parts Us

A growl tears through my throat as I reach for the bottle of lube that rests between our shampoo and conditioner. I quickly pour some in my hand and hitch his right leg over my forearm before I slide my fingers inside him.

He rests his head back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed as I get him ready. Before long, I’m squeezing the lube on my cock, and giving myself a few long strokes before entering him.

“Oh, yeah,” he moans as I slide in deep.

I grunt, holding onto his body as he presses a hand against the wall to keep from slipping.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your ass.”

A small grin touches his lips as he eyes flicker open. “So obsessed.”

I thrust hard and deep. “You’re damn right. Get over here.” I pull away and shut off the water, walking out of the wet room to stand in front of the sinks. “Turn around.”

He faces the mirror and I lift one leg so his knee rests on the counter. With a rug under our feet, we’re more sturdy, so I guide myself inside him before grabbing his hips.

He’s bent over enough that I can look over him and see his face in the reflection. We avoid his injuries being pressed against the sink, and I make sure my hands only touch the unmarred skin.

I thrust long and deep, and he knocks our toiletries into the sink and on the floor as he struggles to find something to grab onto. Our wet bodies slap against each other, the noise filling the room and joining Kaspian’s cries of pleasure.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes,” he exclaims.

“Mine. Mine. Mine,” I say with each thrust.

“Fuck. Yes, Quin. God, it’s so good.”

“I never want to stop,” I say through heavy breaths. “I want to live inside you. Breathe your scent. Consume your essence. Bathe in your blood.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“You’re everything I need to survive.”

His eyes open and meet my gaze in the sink. “Quin. Oh my god,” he cries, gripping the sink.

I pull out of him and grab his wrist. “Come with me.”

Through the bathroom door, we step into a small loft bedroom. I don’t want to take the time to go to our bedroom on the first floor. I need him now. I need him always.

“Ride me,” I say as I sit up against the headboard.

He gets the lube from the nightstand and covers my cock with it before reaching back and coating his hole.

Straddling my lap, he slowly slides down my length, rotating his hips once I’m fully inside.

“Oh, god,” he moans.

I touch him where I can, avoiding the bandages. “All mine.”

“All yours,” he says, his body moving sensually.

“Fuck, Kas. I can’t live without you. You’re so fucking perfect.”

“You won’t live without me.”

He leans forward, grabbing onto the headboard as he moves.

“You can’t do this to me again. I won’t be able to handle thinking I’ve lost you.”

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