Page 14 of Fatality

“Tell me what you want, Riven,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice a low, husky rasp beneath the shower’s spray. “Here. Now.”

I don’t answer with words.

I just kiss him again, Liam groans into the kiss and gently brushes his fingers against my inner thighs, the featherlight touch making my skin shiver and my lips part with a soft little gasp.

His fingers finally reach between my legs.

Liam’s fingers part me, finding my clit, circling it with pressure that is firm but gentle.

His other hand grips my hip, holding me steady as he kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine.

The pressure on my clit makes me moan softly against his lips.

“Like that?” he murmurs against my lips, his voice rough.

“More...” I say, breathless.

The plea is a broken gasp against his mouth, raw and urgent.

My hips buck against his hand, shamelessly grinding, seeking more.

My head falls back against the tile with a soft thud.

Liam didn’t hesitate.

He drives his fingers inside, deeper, in and out.

My eyelids flutters, my breath hitches.

“That’s it.” Liam encourages, his own voice strained.

The water is pounding down on us, mixing with the sounds of our ragged breathing and my soft moans.

Then he withdraws his fingers, using his grip on my thigh to hoist me higher against the tile.

He positions himself, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, slick with water and my own arousal.

He pushes forward, slowly, so slowly.

Just thrust into me, why do you have to be so damn slow? I want it to be more... More exciting.

Is that so bad?

Liam groans, his head falling forward to rest against my shoulder.

“Liam…” I say softly “You can…” I trail off.

How am I supposed to say that?

The hot water making the slide impossibly smooth as he buries himself to the hilt.

I gasp softly.

“Liam, you—”

Liam starts to move, cutting me off.

His thrusts are slow and deep, a gentle, rocking motion.