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I yelp, jumping back.

How can he be more gorgeous wet than when dry?

Still, I try to send Thomas a death glare. It’s too hard, however, when he’s standing dripping in the bath, with water trailing down his chiseled chest, and laughing.

It’s a deep laugh that I want to draw from him, again and again.

Then he stops, and fire flares in his eyes.

He steps out of the bath, prowling toward me.

I stumble backward, until I’m pinned against the bathroom wall.

I’m breathing hard, and my nipples peak. They feel sensitive already, rubbing against the silk of my pajamas, as Thomas leans in close enough to brush them with his chest.

A drop of water like a tear falls from his hair onto my cheek.

He leans even closer, until his breath is tickling my ear.

I’m shivering myself now.

“You did promise to warm me up.” Thomas’ voice is low and gravelly. It makes me want to both press my thighs together and spread them welcomingly apart at the same time. I whine, overloaded already by the need for my Alpha and his thick cock inside me, connecting us after the roles that we were forced to play together. I know that he feels the same. “May I make love to you?”

My breath hitches.

Not rut or fuck.

Make love.

It’s the first time that he’s called it that.

Suddenly, I desire that more than anything.

“Please.” I can’t say more.

Words are too hard right now.

I simply need Thomas’ body on mine. I’m desperate to warm him like he needs to feel that we’re both safe, together, and loved.

He appears to understand because he doesn’t attempt to talk again.

Instead, he kisses me, surprisingly soft and gentle.

He is making love to me.

Thomas takes his time to explore my mouth. He kisses me slowly, alternating feather-light kisses down my jaw and neck that make me melt.

Then I gasp, as he sweeps me into his arms and lays me down onto the marble floor.

He reaches to push down my pajama bottoms, and I eagerly wriggle to help him, kicking them off.

Then he pushes up my pajama top, exposing my breasts and bunching the silky material under my chin.

I shiver.

Thomas’ cock is hard and eager against my hip already.

His skin is cool but warming rapidly, as he lies over me. He presses every inch that he can against me like he truly can imprint my love and good Alpha over himself.

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