Page 72 of Conquering the King of Storms

“More.” His teeth dragged over my earlobe, and his hand palmed my breast. When his fingers pinched down on my nipple, I lost it.

The wind swallowed my cries as I rocked against my mate, his front to my back and his erection filling me completely.

My chest heaved against his hand as the pleasure faded and my toes uncurled.

“You’re too good at that,” I told him, struggling for breath.

“When we leave this shower, you’ll have forgotten the touch of every man but me. My hands and my cock are the only ones that exist for you anymore.” He bit down lightly on my neck. “And I’ll make it so fucking good for you, for the rest of our lives.”

His wind was still kneading my clit, and I honestly only heard half of the words he said. I needed more—wanted more—wantedhim.

“Rest of our lives?” I panted, getting so close to the edge again.

“Mmhm. We both agreed on what we wanted in a partner, remember?” He pinched my nipple, and I cried out.

“Right,” I managed. The wind picked up the pace, and I came unraveled again, this time without a sound. The back of my head rested on Sirus’s shoulder—I was so wrung out, but so, so horny.

“I should probably have found us a closet or something though, to up the ante,” he murmured.

“Next time,” I agreed.

He lifted me up slightly, tilting my hips as he pressed my chest to the wall of the shower. A scream escaped me when his cock hit my g-spot just right, and I lost it again just like that. I didn’t know what the hell had possessed me, but I wasn’t walking away from it. Not a fucking chance.

“Hands on the wall,” he growled in my ear.

I slapped them onto the wall, sure as fuck not about to ignore a damn thing he said.

He was too good.

Too hot.

Too… everything.

And his wind was still on my clit, driving me absolutely fucking insane with the way it kept slowly picking up the pace.

He slowly slid out of me, and then back in.

A whimper escaped me at the overwhelming pleasure of it as he bottomed out again.

I had never imagined anything like this.

It was mind-wrecking. Heart-rending. Soul-wrenching.

Enough pleasure to drive me mad, but not so much that I wouldn’t enjoy the ride all the way to insanity.

“Only one more,” I moaned to him. “I can’t take it. I’m going to fucking collapse.”

“One more,” he growled his agreement. “But I want you looking at me when you lose it.”

I nodded against the wall.

I wanted that too.

He lifted me, stepping back and turning me at the same time. His foot slipped on a bit of soap, but he caught himself with the wall. Our noses met, and our lips stretched in grins as our gazes collided.

“I think I might love you,” he murmured to me, taking my lips in his.

My mind spun at his words, but he captured my lips without giving me time to respond.

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