Chapter 14
Dorian’s shower felt like heaven.
After countless months of making do with cracked fiberglass, crappy water pressure, and an anemic water heater that was older than my grandparents, I didn’t want to leave this white marble, ultra-modern delight.
I was already clean, having wasted no time scrubbing every inch of me when I first stepped in. So, now I was just enjoying the feel of deliciously warm water falling over me, washing all the tension in my shoulders down the drain.
Even the steam felt amazing, not just on my skin but in my lungs. Breathing in the moisture-rich air and the scent of eucalyptus soap refreshed me down to the bone. Eyes closed and water rushing over my hair, I could have happily stayed in its peaceful, comforting cloud forever.
But after just a few minutes of pure bliss, I heard the bathroom door open…then close again.
The steam around me swirled, disturbed by the rush of outside air. Even though it could have only been one person, my head still snapped up.
“Dorian?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he made his presence known by opening the fogged glass door of the shower and joining me inside.
Damn.
Even though I had seen him stripped bare multiple times now, something told me his naked body was something I could witness a million times, and it would never get old. He would always take my breath away…just like he had that first time.
Despite all his scars, his body was as close to perfection as I’d ever seen. The refined muscles of his chest, shoulders, and arms were a testament to his strength. His sharp eyes and large hands signaled his power and control. Even the multiple scars crisscrossing his body told the story of a man who could never truly be defeated.
He would always rise again.
For the first time, though, his hotness made me self-conscious.
Still recovering from Carlo’s attack, my body was covered in red marks and fading bruises. Wet and naked, I couldn’t have looked farther from the resilient warrior he did.
I simply looked weak.
And the way Dorian’s gaze softened as his gaze swept me up and down made it clear he saw the same thing. Amazingly though, he didn’t seem horrified or repulsed as he took in all the discolored marks spread across my face, arms, and ribs.
“Do they still hurt?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.
I shook my head. “Not anymore. They only make me ugly.”
“Impossible,” he said, locking eyes with me before gently running the back of his fingers down my arms, caressing my skin as softly and intimately as the water. “There’s nothing in heaven or earth capable of that. Your body might be fragile, but your beauty runs all the way down to your soul.”
Oh…wow.
I couldn’t wait anymore. Raising myself up on tiptoes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my mouth to his. The tip of his tongue swept across my lower lip, and even in the cascade of steaming water, the sensation was enough to make me shiver.
His touch was light, barely there, as he swept one hand up the length of my back to the nape of my neck. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
“Don’t be,” I practically growled, suddenly ravenous for him.
Now that his body was against mine, gentleness was the last thing I wanted.
I’d spent the last week being careful, being guarded and afraid. Now that Dorian was with me, I wanted to feel the blood rushing through my veins.
I wanted my heart to beat so hard I could feel it pounding against my breastbone. I wanted him to light my whole body on fire in the way only he could.
I intensified the kiss, my tongue aggressively tangling with his to prove I wasn’t lying….and it seemed like he believed me.
His hands slid down the length of my body until his massive palms cupped the back of my thighs. Then, in one smooth motion, he lifted me up.
Up past his waist…all the way up to his shoulders.
Propping my back flush against the sleek marble wall, he hooked my knees over his shoulders before burying his face between my thighs.
Oh God!
With anyone else, I would have been terrified of falling, but Dorian managed to hold me steady. It was like my weight was nothing to him.
“I’ve been dreaming of this all week,” he purred, the rough stubble of his five o’clock shadow scratching against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he spoke. Little electric jolts of anticipation shot through my whole body.
All I could do was rake my fingers through his hair and hold onto his head for dear life as his lips swept across my pussy for the first time.
My legs began to tremble as the tip of his tongue delved down to flick against my clit.
His mouth was merciless, starting slow and building until the tempo of his kiss had me wild with passion. He wasn’t in any rush, patiently working my body until I was begging and pleading for release. Until I could no longer form words, only moan and cry and shake against him in urgent need.
When I was dangerously close to the edge, he raised one hand, pressing it flat against my belly to steady me before increasing the pressure and guiding me over into the most electric orgasm I’d ever experienced.
I cried out, bucking and grinding against his mouth as I came.
But it wasn’t over.
I didn’t have any time to recover from the tidal wave of pleasure that had crashed over me before Dorian grabbed onto my thighs again. Keeping my back pressed against the wall, he slid me down until the opening of my dripping wet cunt was pressed against the rock-hard head of his cock.
Holding me steady, right on the precipice of fulfillment, he leaned in and kissed me…hard.
His mouth, still drenched in the taste of me, claimed mine.
This time, I knew better than to try to close my eyes. I kept them wide open and locked with his sapphire gaze as he pivoted his hips, pressing the entire length of his cock inside and filling me completely.
I gasped, my fingertips digging into his shoulders as he began to move.
And, true to my wish, he wasn’t gentle.
He took me hard and fast up against the shower wall, his body hammering into mine with a ferocity that lit my whole soul on fire. Not even the torrent of water falling spilling over us was enough to put it out.
Like a man possessed, again and again, he drove himself deep. Like raw instinct had taken over. Like he couldn’t help himself.
The effect was intoxicating. No one had ever made me feel so irresistible.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
The friction between us was magical. I never wanted it to end.
But it didn’t take long for my body, already primed from the spell his tongue had worked on me, to be overtaken by ecstasy again.
Though this time, I wasn’t alone.
Dorian’s chest rumbled as my pussy began to tremble around him, his body growing tenser and tenser as the walls involuntarily tightened and gripped him. I was utterly lost in pleasure when his body crashed against mine, stilling us both as his cock surged deep inside me.
My arms and legs still wrapped around him, I rested my forehead against his as we both desperately tried to catch our breath.
Eventually, Dorian reached over and turned off the water. Then, with him still very much inside me, he wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me against him as he walked out of the shower.
He grabbed a towel on our way out of the bathroom. I thought he might drape it over my shoulders, but instead, he tossed it on the bed before laying me down on top of it.
Then, angled between my thighs, he started to move again…because even though I was already more than satisfied, we weren’t done yet.