Page 13 of Fatality

He thinks I don't know how to fight, he thinks I'm someone who needs a hero to save her.

At least, that's how it feels.

Then again, I've never told him anything about my past, he comes from a wealthy family and having someone like me in his life would only bring trouble.

My past, my temper, since I met him, it's dulled.

Not gone, just… quieter.

It's better this way, he's safe and I’m safe with him.

The shower door slides open before closing again behind him. Still wrapped in his towel, he steps close enough for his warmth to press against my back.

One of his hands glides slowly from my shoulder down my arm until he reaches my hand. He lifts it carefully, examining my bruised knuckles.

“Riv.” he says quietly, his tone surprisingly devoid of warmth. “What is that?”

“Nothing, don’t worry.” My voice comes out calm despite everything.

“Babe...” His voice drops lower. “You can tell me, I’m here, did you fall? Did you fight?”

He lifts my hand and presses a kiss against my bruised knuckles.

“I fell. Don't worry, okay?” I turn to face him slowly.

I can't break his heart, I've always been myself with him.

Just quieter, keeping a few parts of me hidden—the kind that would make him look at me differently.

“Mh.” He hums softly. “Okay, if you say so.”

His hands slide up to cup my cheeks before he kisses me. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His lips are warm and wet from the shower, it’s feels good.

A low sound rumbles in Liam’s throat in approval as his hands move on my body.

His arms wrapping around my wet, slick body, pulling my flush against his beneath the falling water.

He slides one of his hands down to the edge of the now-damp towel and yank it off.

His cock is already hard and slaps softly against my stomach, making me gasp into his mouth as he deepens the kiss.

He breaks the kiss to trail his lips along my jaw, down my neck where I tilt my head on the side to give him better access, between the valley of my breasts.

“Fuck,” Liam says quietly, with barely restrained control. “Riven, you’re so beautiful. You’re all mine, my perfect, sexy girlfriend.” he whispers.

The words of worship and possession makes my breath hitches.

I hook my leg around his hips, pulling him closer.

Liam braces himself against the wet tile beside my head, the other hand sliding down to grip my thigh, holding me in place.

The water pours over us, plastering his white-silver hair to his forehead, running in rivulets down his cheekbones.

He leans in, capturing my mouth again in a slow, deep kiss. Liam’s hips press against mine, the hard length of his arousal a clear, insistent promise.

I moan softly against his lips, my hips jerking and rolling against his in response.