Page 115 of Scarred

He starts to move his hips, and my body easily molds to his as if it’s been waiting for him this whole time.

He clings to me with a need that I feel deep in my soul, and I gladly give my body over to him for the taking as his thrusts become more demanding.

My breasts slide against his chest, and the friction alone has me on the verge of letting go.

I can tell he’s holding back as his muscles remain rigid under my palms.

“Harder,” I rasp, sinking my nails into his flesh. “You won’t hurt me.”

Growling, he grips me harder as I feel the beast inside be let free. My back slides ruthlessly against the slick tile as he lets himself take what I’m offering.

I’ve never felt the way I feel right now. I feel consumed…wanted beyond reason.

I feel as if…

I feel as if he’s claiming me.

And then he says it…the one word that slips out as our bodies explode together.

“Mine.”

He growls the word as he pours inside me, causing my orgasm to flood my body in an instant rush.

I contract around him and moan his name, clinging to him while pleasure streaks through every inch of me.

Our chests heave together as we remain entangled in each other’s arms, our bodies still connected and hearts pounding against one another.

His grip finally loosens as our breaths become steadier.

“Jesus,” he rasps against my shoulder. “What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know,” I giggle softly, “but I’m pretty sure we set a record somewhere for best shower sex ever.”

“I’ll take that title,” he chuckles lightly, slowly setting me down as I release my grip around his waist and he slides out of me.

Reaching for the shelf, he grabs the shampoo, and before I know it, he’s behind me, and his fingers are massaging my scalp.

“I’ve never had anyone wash my hair before,” I say softly. “I mean, besides my hairdresser.”

“Then you haven’t been with the right guys,” he scoffs, taking his time as his hands lather up my hair. “I told you earlier I like taking care of you. So let me.”

“I’m not going to stop you,” I smile, closing my eyes as I enjoy the gentle touch of his hands.

“Good.” I feel his lips press against my shoulder before his lips graze my ear. “Because I’m pretty sure I just claimed you seconds ago and called you mine.” His low voice weaves around my heart as it begins to pound faster. “And I take care of what is mine.”

“Is that what you want?” I whisper. “For me to be yours?”

I turn around and lock my eyes with his. A small smile appears on his gorgeous face as wet curls send droplets of water onto his features.

“Yeah, little moon. That’s exactly what I’m saying. I want you…officially.”

“So, you want me to be your…”

“Girlfriend,” he finishes.

The word comes out so easily, making my heart flutter against my chest.

This isn’t just a word to Cayden…it’s so much more.