Page 35 of Insanium
“Liam and I can come with. He’s gay and can keep watch, and I have all the same parts as you. Then we can do the same for him.”
Aisha looked at me for approval. I nodded, smiling. “Go get squeaky clean. I’ll find you when I’m done.”
With a plan in place, Aisha and Maya headed out with Liam, leaving Hael, Rafe, and Eryx with me. I paid them no attentionuntil I had the water adjusted and noticed none of the guys had made any move to leave. With an exasperated roll of my eyes, I turned to face them. “Are you all just going to watch me shower?” I quipped, half-joking but genuinely curious about their intentions.
“We’re just ensuring you’re safe,” Eryx replied, his tone teasing yet flat, a typical blend of humor and seriousness.
Rafe’s eyes twinkled as he joked, “It’s plenty big enough for more than one.”
“It is,” I conceded with a light laugh.
Shrugging off my clothes without a second thought—I wasn’t one for modesty—I immediately felt their gazes on me.
It was nothing new; if you couldn’t handle a little skin,Judiciumwas not the place for you. With a confident grin, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my body, washing away the grime and tension of the maze. The spray drowned out any further conversation, enveloping me in a soothing veil of steam and warmth. If they chose to stay and watch, that was their prerogative.
I shut out the world, enjoying the rare moment of peace amidst the chaos. The murmurs from Eryx and Hael faded into a distant hum as I focused on the soothing sensation of the shower. However, the shift in the air and a subtle change in the sound of water hitting the floor told me I was no longer alone. My eyes snapped open as Rafe stepped into the shower with me.
The steam swirled around him, and his presence in the confined space was both imposing and oddly comforting. His expression was unreadable, a mix of boldness and slight hesitation as he met my gaze.
“Mind if I join?” he asked, though it was clear he’d already made himself quite at home.
I raised an eyebrow, a playful smile forming on my lips. “As if you needed an invitation,” I shot back, stepping aside tomake room, the water now enveloping us both from the triple showerhead. I brushed my hair from my face and let my eyes drift down his incredible body. All golden skin, toned, and his cock … he had truly been blessed.
Rafe’s gaze met mine, a silent exchange of desire. Without a word, he closed the distance between us, his hands brushing over my skin with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down my spine. His lips found mine in a hungry kiss, igniting a fire within me that had nothing to do with the hot water raining down on us. It was a primal connection, raw and consuming, a reminder that survival wasn’t just about enduring trials but also finding solace in one another.
As our bodies pressed together, the tension and urgency built between us, an unspoken need driving us both to seek comfort and release in each other’s arms. He ran his hands down my sides, cupping my ass and gently walking me backward, his kiss never ceasing.
My hands traced the muscles in his back, loving the way his skin felt beneath my touch. I could feel him growing hard against me, my own arousal mirroring his. There was something about killing and thrills that just amped up my need to be fucked, and this man was not only gorgeous, but he’d followed through on his word.
I could do a fuck of a lot worse.
“Don’t tease me too long.”
He laughed against my lips and wrapped his arms around me, his hands exploring my body “We have at least a few hours of freedom,” he whispered in my ear. “Let’s make the most of it.”
I pushed against him, letting him know I was ready for anything. His hands slid down to cup my ass again, pulling me closer.
“I’ve thought about this for months,” he confessed as he picked me up and carried me over to the shower’s stone bench,laying me on top of it. I wrapped my legs around him, and he positioned himself at my entrance.
I gasped as he slowly pushed into me, his body engulfing mine. He held me to him as he began to thrust, each stroke drawing out a gasp or a moan. My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping him tightly as the room seemed to melt away, leaving only us and the water.
“Harder,” I demanded.
He growled, the sound low and primal. “My pleasure,” he promised, pulling back and thrusting into me with a deep, almost brutal force. I cried out, arching up to meet him, wanting more. Each thrust sent shivers of pleasurable pain through me, a high like no other.
I met his gaze, my eyes locked on him as he continued to plow into me. There was no holding back now, no pretense of gentleness. This was raw, animalistic passion, and I reveled in it. The room spun around us as the water continued to cascade, the sound of it mingling the occasional smack of skin against skin and our pleasure.
“I’m so close,” he panted, his body trembling as he pounded into me.
“Me too,” I gasped, my climax building to a fever pitch, a sliver of someone approaching weaving into my awareness.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he suddenly lifted me from the bench and pulled out. Before I could process what the hell he was doing, a hand was knotted in my hair and I was bent over the bench, my hands landing on the shower wall. “My turn,” Eryx rasped, lining himself up and slamming inside me.
The shock of the sudden change and the force of his entry sent me gasping in a mix of pain and pleasure. Eryx slammed into me without remorse, taking me hard and fast, dominating me in every sense of the word.
His cock was so big, I struggled to accept each thick inch. I could feel my arousal between my thighs with droplets of warm water. Eryx fisted my hair tighter and turned my head. “Suck his dick, baby,” he commanded.
I opened my mouth without hesitation and Rafe slid in with a low groan, hard and throbbing as I sucked and licked. He tasted salty and all-consuming.
