Page 40 of Seal My Fate

I carefully help her out of her tank top and jeans, and then peel off her underwear, too, until she’s naked. Glorious even in her muddy, tattered state.

“Your turn,” Tessa says with a smile, beckoning as she steps under the spray.

I shake my head, even as my body hardens at the sight of her; hot water flowing over her luscious curves…

Christ, what I wouldn’t give to sink into that sweetness, and feel her body clench and moan. But I grip my fists at my side, and don’t move a fucking inch. “Not tonight, baby,” I tell her gently. “You’ve been through so much.”

“And I survived.” Tessa looks at me, stubborn and perfect. “I survived, Saint. I’m alive. We both are. Against all odds. I’m not wasting a single precious moment, and nothing makes me feel more alive than when you’re touching me—when you’re fucking me, Saint.”

She puts her hands on her hips. Naked. Wet. Her breasts jutting out, water running in rivulets over her pert, stiff nipples—

Fuck it.

I reach for her with a fevered groan, stepping straight under the shower spray.

“What is it with you getting all your clothes wet?” Tessa teases, as I push her back against the wall and kiss her so deeply, I never want to come up for air.

She moans.

Fuck, the way that sound makes me hard… My hands are already sliding over her body, exploring every wet, slick curve. I palm her breasts, dragging my mouth from hers to lick and suckle at her taut nipples.

“Saint…!” Tessa’s head falls back in pleasure, and she presses eagerly against my mouth.

Christ, it’s a drug, the taste of her. And I’m only getting started.

I take the shower soap and squeeze a handful into my palm. Then I stroke every inch of her, lathering the suds over her skin, and letting the flow of hot water wash away every smudge and mark from tonight.

Almost everything.

“Your bandages,” I realize. “They’re getting wet.”

Tessa looks at me, already flushed and gasping. “So we’ll put new ones on.”

I have to laugh. “How did I find such a horny, stubborn woman?” I tease, and she gives me a smirk.

“Luck.”

She pulls me into another kiss, her fingers fumbling with my soaked clothing. Then I press one hand between her thighs, my fingers searching, teasing at her clit, and she shudders, distracted.

“That’s right…” I growl with satisfaction, feeling her body sway and melt. I stroke again, a slow, precise rhythm I know drives her crazy, every time. “That’s how my baby likes it.”

“Yes,” she gasps, eyes bright. Mouth open. Panting for more. “Yes, Saint,please…”

Watching her come undone for me, she’s a goddamn work of art.

“You don’t understand, baby,” I find myself groaning, as I sink one finger, then another into her wet, clenching heat. “I can’t lose you, because I’maddicted. I’ll always find you. I’ll always keep you safe. Because this sweet pussy, there’s nothing like it in the world.”

I drop to my knees, and spread her legs wider, and bury my face between her thighs.

Tessa screams my name as I lick against her, rasping my tongue against her clit over and over, until her legs give way and she’s flailing against the marble tile. But that doesn’t slow me, not for a second, I just lift her with my shoulders, pinning her there in place as I lap greedily at her slick elixir.

Mine, all mine.

Fuck, there’s nothing like it. I’m hard as a rock, and I could come right now, just from the taste of her, and the wild pleasure of her cries.

“Saint…” she’s sobbing now, as I thrust my fingers inside her tight cunt again,fuck, so tight, I’m on the brink of losing all control and fucking her senseless, but even in my haze of animal lust, the only thing that matters is her pleasure. Feeling the wild shake of her release.

I angle my fingers, and begin to pump, rubbing up inside her just right, in time with my ravenous tongue.

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