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Saylor

I stood just inside the shower with the hot and steamy water pouring down on me. It was the night before Leo and Brynn were supposed to come, and I was just ready for them to be here.

After dinner, I was ready to just shower and sleep.

And then Pirate stepped into the shower.

There was nothing casual about the way his eyes swept over me—wet hair clung to my shoulders, and water cascaded down my body. He looked like a man walking into something he already knew he’d get addicted to.

“Hi,” I said, breathless already.

He stepped under the spray, and his hands immediately landed on my hips. “Hi,” he murmured, low and rough in a way that went straight to my core.

His mouth found my shoulder, and his lips were hot against my wet skin. I leaned into him without even thinking. His hands slid around to my stomach and drew me back into him until I could feel every inch of his body pressed against mine.

“Still sore?” he asked as his mouth brushed just behind my ear.

“Little bit,” I whispered. “But not enough to stop this.”

That was all he needed.

He turned me to face him and backed me against the wall. His hands gripped my thighs, and in one fluid motion, lifted me. My back hit the tile with a slick thud, and I wrapped my legs around his waist like it was second nature.

The heat of the water was nothing compared to the heat of him.

His mouth found mine. There was no slow build-up or hesitation. This wasn’t about soft kisses or tentative hands. This was all tension and need. The kind of aching urgency that burned beneath your skin and refused to be ignored.

I moaned into his mouth as he rolled his hips against me. He was hard and ready. My hands tangled in his wet hair, and my nails scraped down his neck and shoulders.

“Please,” I breathed against his lips. “Now.”

He didn’t make me ask again.

One hand slid between us, and he guided himself in with one perfect, deep thrust.

I gasped, and my head fell back against the tile as he filled me completely.

“Fuck, Saylor,” he groaned. “You feel so good.”

My entire body clenched around him, overwhelmed by the sensation of him so deep. The position, the heat, the water, the pressure of him pinning me to the wall—it was all too much and not enough at the same time.

He thrust into me with strong, fluid strokes. The rhythm was steady and deliberate. Each one sent a jolt through me, and pleasure rolled up my spine.

The ragged sound of our breathing filled the shower like a song we couldn’t stop singing.

My hands gripped his shoulders as he drove into me again and again, every movement controlled but wild. His mouth was everywhere—my neck, my collarbone, my jaw—each kiss fed the fire building inside me.

“Look at me,” he growled, and I forced my eyes open.

He looked like sin. Water was dripping from his hair, his chest was slick, and his eyes locked on mine like I was the only thing in the world. Like he belonged to me.

“You’re mine,” he said, each word punctuated with a thrust.

I nodded, but it wasn’t enough.

“Say it,” he growled.

“I’m yours,” I gasped. “I’m—fuck—yours, Pirate.”

That did something to him.

His thrusts grew rougher and deeper. One arm locked tighter around my waist as he took me higher and higher with every stroke, pulling me closer to the edge. I could feel myself unraveling, and my body tightened with the pleasure coiling in my gut so tight it was hard to breathe.

“I’m so close,” I whispered.

“Come with me,” he panted against my mouth. “I want to feel you fall apart.”

And I did.

My whole body clenched around him as the orgasm crashed through me, sharp and hot. I cried out his name and trembled as wave after wave hit me.

He followed with a guttural groan, and his body shuddered as he thrust into me one last time to find his own release. He held me tight, pressed flush against the wall, and his breathing was ragged against my neck.

We stayed like that—his forehead resting against mine, our bodies still locked together with water cascading down over us like the world had faded away.

There were no words, just the sound of our breathing, and our hearts pounded in sync.

He finally pulled back just enough to meet my eyes.

“You okay?” he asked and brushed a wet strand of hair from my face.

I smiled, utterly wrecked in the best way. “I’ve never been better.”