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“So fucking bossy,” he murmurs against my mouth, clearly enjoying it.

“Shut up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I kiss him again before I can over think it.

The steam curls around us, the counter cool against the backs of my thighs while Revel crowds in close, still careful even though the teasing in his expression tells me he knows exactly what kind of mood he just walked back into.

My fingers curl into his shirt.

His forehead touches mine for half a second.

“You sure?”

I look at him. That tiny pause does something to me all over again.

The fact that he still asks. After everything.

I pull him back down into me.

“Less talking, pretty boy.”

His grin flashes. “Finally, something we agree on, Mama.”

He brings his hand up between us, two fingers brushing across my bottom lip. I know exactly what he wants before that cocky little lift of his brow confirms it.

I open my mouth.

His gaze darkens as my lips close around his fingers, and suck. The playful edge in his expression sharpening while he watches me.

“Fuck,” he mutters, dragging them slowly free.

Then his hand trails down my throat, over my chest and stomach, taking the long way down like he has all the fucking time in the world.

Revel’s fingers slide between my folds without warning, two thick digits pushing inside while his thumb circles my clit in lazy strokes. The counter digs into my hips, cabinets rattling every time he thrusts deeper.

My breath stutters. “Fuck—Revel.”

He curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes my knees buckle. “Eyes on me, Mama.”

His free hand closes firmly around my jaw, tilting my face up until I’m staring straight at him. The cocky smirk disappears, replaced by something darker as his grip tightens just enough to make the command clear.

“That’s it. Keep those pretty fucking eyes on me while you ride my fingers. I want to watch every second of what I’m doing to you.”

I drop the towel, and yank his shirt up over his head, tossing it somewhere on the bathroom floor. My hands find his chest, nails scraping over ink and muscle.

A rough groan rolls out of him as he pulls his fingers free, but instead of moving on, he brings them to his mouth. His eyes stay locked on mine while his tongue drags slowly over them.

“Fuck, Mama.” His voice comes out lower. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Then stop fucking teasing me.”

I’m already restless against the counter, hips shifting toward him on instinct, chasing the contact he just took away. Every second he spends standing there looking smug only makes the ache worse.

“Revel.” His name comes out breathier than I want it to. “I need you.”

His expression changes immediately and he freezes.