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“Don’t remind me,” he complained.

He continued to wash my body, taking extra care between my legs. He turned me so my back was against his chest, the water raining down over me. His hand slipped between my legs. His fingers played with me as my head fell back against his shoulder.

“So wet,” he mumbled.

“We are in the shower,” I snarked, and he bit down on my shoulder. What he meant as a reprimand only fueled the desire that was building inside me.

With my hands against the shower wall, I dipped my head, letting the water run down my neck. My backside pressed against his arousal as his fingers fucked me relentlessly.

His hand found my throat, and it took me back to the last time he held my life in his hands. The anger and hurt I saw in his eyes when I told him there was someone else.

Had I only known then what I knew now. Weeks we’d lost. Time spent apart longing for the other.

“Come for me, Freyja. Come on my hand.”

His thumb found my clit and the pressure on that tiny ball of nerves as his fingers pumped inside of me was too much to hold on. I let go with a cry. Duncan held me as my body soared in release.

“I love watching you fall apart.”

He turned me away from the water. With my front pressed up against the shower wall, Duncan pressed in behind me. I felt him at my entrance.

“I want you bare, Freyja. I want to feel every part of you. Tell me you’re on birth control.”

I felt the head of his cock enter me, and I shook my head. Unable to find the words.

“Freyja,” he begged.

“I’m not... on anything,” I panted. “But safe.”

We would need to have that talk. But right now, it wasn’t what I wanted to focus on. I knew I was safe from pregnancy. He would have to decide if he trusted me.

When he pressed forward, spearing me to the hilt, my heart swelled knowing he did. It had been six weeks since this man was inside me last and fuck, I had forgotten just how big he was.

No one had ever filled me like Duncan.

My body and my soul.

With my hands pressed to the wall, Duncan covered them with his own. As his wet body crowded against me, he plungedinside me. His teeth biting into my shoulder as he grunted and groaned.

“You’re so goddamn tight. Squeeze my cock,mo bandia. Choke me with your pussy.”

His words incited a fire in me as I pushed back against his thrusts. I could feel my orgasm rising to the top. Just as I reached the peak, Duncan pulled out of me, flipping me around and slamming my back against the wall.

He lifted me roughly. My hands grappled for his neck, desperate to hang on as he speared me onto his hard cock. My gasp was swallowed as his lips fastened onto mine.

“So fuckin’ perfect, Freyja.”

With my legs wrapped around his waist, he braced us against the wall with one hand. His other hand held my ass as he plunged into me over and over.

“Fuck, Freyja. I need you to come,mo bandia. Come on my cock, baby.”

His words were muffled by his face being buried in my neck. Or maybe I just couldn’t hear around the ringing in my ears. Never had I been so thoroughly fucked.

The walls of my pussy clenched involuntarily, a signal of my impending orgasm. I dug my heels into his back. My arms around his shoulders gave me leverage to lift and grind down on his cock.

His pelvis rolled against my clit, setting me off like a rocket. My mouth hung open on a silent cry as my body convulsed around him.

“That’s it, baby. Choke me. Fuck!” he cursed as he surged into me, swelling as he came inside me.