Page 90 of Forbidden Empire

His dark hair hung in thick, wet strands over his neck and shoulders. My mouth went dry. I couldn’t help but imagine my tongue replacing the water, following the same route, inch by inch.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked, one dark brow arching as our gazes locked in the mirror's steamy reflection.

"I could say the same to you," I murmured, unable to tear my eyes away from the water droplets racing down his skin.

My throat tightened as he snatched a towel from the rack and dried himself with military efficiency, each movement deliberate and unhurried.

The air between us thickened, making it impossible to draw a full breath.

I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, making no attempt to disguise my hunger. His eyes locked with mine in the mirror, dark and unblinking, holding me captive as he closed the distance between us.

A droplet escaped from his wet hair, landing on my bare shoulder with the lingering warmth of his shower. His thumb brushed it away, the corner of his mouth lifting in that knowing way that made my pulse quicken.

His heat radiated against my back, too near, overwhelming. His nakedness crowded the space between us.

The way he just stood there, bold as hell, left me shaking.

He was naked, his cock hard and bobbing between us, a fraction from my ass.

All I could think about was turning around, dropping to my knees, and taking him in my mouth. The urge was immediate, impossible to ignore.

And he knew it. God, he knew it.

He crowded me against the sink, caging me between his arms, his naked skin radiating heat like desert asphalt at midnight. That knowing smirk played across his lips as his exhale brushed my cheek like a whisper of flame, igniting something primal that raced down my spine and pooled between my thighs. My body had already surrendered before my mind caught up.

Game over.

The man was a human inferno. Standing this close felt like dancing too near a bonfire.

I tried creating distance, but the air itself seemed to scorch my lungs. And still, I found myself leaning back into his space anyway, surrendering to that dangerous warmth, addicted to the exquisite burn of him against me.

I craved it.

The white-hot pleasure this man unleashed in me, stoking a fire that roared through my veins, threatening to burn me alive.

I edged closer. More. More. I wanted everything.

The blissful heat. The pleasure he delivered was tangled up with the sharp pain of surrendering to him.

It was addictive, like watching a disaster unfold and being powerless to look away.

My thighs quivered as his mouth grazed my shoulder, just that, nothing more.

My breath caught in my throat like I'd been running.

Heat lightning flashed beneath my skin, crackling down my spine. I let out a breath that sounded more like surrender than I wanted to admit.

His cock pressed against me, a reminder of what was coming, what always came. I leaned back into him, my body betraying every resolution I'd made in daylight.

The air between us still crackled with all our unspoken battles. The constant struggle for control, the games we played, the wall of distrust I'd built brick by brick, none of it had vanished.

But my treacherous body had its own agenda. But lust was winning, and with Aidon, it always had.

I trembled for him, craved him, needed the intoxication that only Aidon could deliver. And beneath that hunger lurked something far more dangerous, an emotion I refused to name, swelling like a high tide I couldn't outrun.

I despised its power over me.

But God help me, I couldn't get enough.