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Her words fuel my desire to please her. I hum against her clit, sending vibrations through her most sensitive flesh. Her back arches away from the wall as she pants and cries out, her voice echoing off the tile.

And then, she comes. Her body goes rigid, thighs clamping around my head as waves of pleasure crash through her. Her fingers pull my hair almost painfully as she rides out her orgasm against my mouth.

When her orgasm finally subsides and her body goes slack against me, I lower her slowly until the head of my cock nudges against her entrance.

She's still trembling from the aftershocks, and her eyes flutter open as she tries to catch her breath.

"You okay?" I murmur against her neck.

She nods, her chest still heaving.

When her breathing steadies, I take her lips again. This time, there's no hesitation. She kisses me back with a fierce hunger and her tongue sweeps into my mouth to taste herself. She rakes her nails down my back, leaving trails of sweet fire in their wake.

I ease into her slowly, inch by careful inch, savoring the way her body stretches and opens for me and only me. She's impossibly tight and her pussy grips me like she never wants to let go.

Hot. Wet. Perfect.

She breaks away from our kiss, her head falling back against the shower wall. "Oh God. Oh yes. Yes…"

When I'm finally buried to the hilt inside her, I can't hold back my own groan. The feeling of being completely surrounded by her is almost too much to bear. I press my lips to her ear, my voice rough with desire.

"Are you ready,printsessa?"

Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she breathes. "Stop talking about fucking me and fuck me already."

I pull out almost completely before driving back into her with one powerful thrust. Her body jolts, a broken moan escaping her lips. I repeat the motion—out, then in—establishing a rhythmthat has her clinging to me, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

"You feel so good," I growl against her ear, mixing Russian and English as I thrust into her again and again. "Tak khorosho... so tight.Moya britvochka..."

Between each word and each thrust, I claim her mouth, swallowing her whimpers and cries.

Her legs tighten around my waist and locks me in place.

The feeling of being trapped inside her—of being held prisoner by her body—is more addicting than any drug I've ever known.

Each time I try to pull back, her ankles cross behind me, refusing to let me go until I'm buried balls deep again.

"Don't leave me," she whispers against my mouth.

“Never.”

The water continues to pour over us, steam caressing our bodies as I drive into her with increasing urgency. Her back slides against the shower wall with each thrust, and her nails leave half-moons in my shoulders.

My entire body is straining toward release. The tension building at the base of my spine threatens to consume me whole. Even as I'm claiming her, I'm also being claimed by her.

She whimpers suddenly, her voice high and needy. The sound vibrates through me.

And finally pushes me over the edge.

Pressure builds and breaks. Pleasure crashes through me in violent waves. And as my release overwhelms me, I strain to get the words out—the truth I can no longer deny.

"I—" The admission of love is right there on my tongue, desperate to be spoken into existence.

But before I can say it, she pulls me in for a deep, consuming kiss that drains the air from my lungs, swallowing my confession as I empty myself inside her.

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