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I reach down, my fingers trembling as they thread through her wet hair.

It’s soft, silken even when wet, and I cradle the back of her head.

My thumb brushes the edge of her jaw, and I feel her shiver under my touch.

Her skin is warm, slick with water, and I can’t help but imagine how it would feel pressed against mine.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” I growl, my voice low and rough, like gravel dragged over glass.

But she does. Oh, she fucking does. It’s in the way she looks at me, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted like she’s already imagining them wrapped around my cock.

Her hands slide up my thighs, her palms warm against my flesh and she stops just short of where I need her most. She’s teasing me, and it’s driving me insane.

The steam from the shower swirls around us, thick and heavy, but all I can see is her. On her knees. Looking up at me like I’m her God. Maybe I’m the monster she’s chosen to worship.

She stays perfectly still, waiting, breathing, watching me like I’m the only thing that exists in the world right now.

And God help me, I pray that I am.

My fingers tighten gently in her hair, not pulling, just anchoring. She leans into the touch, her eyes never wavering. The water slides over both of us, warm and constant, but it’s her breath on my skin that sends the real shiver down my spine.

“Look at me,” I murmur, voice low, rough with restraint.

She does. Without hesitation. “Good girl.”

Her lashes flutter. “Are you sure, bambina?” I ask, already breathless and she hasn’t even touched me yet. Jordyn responds with a slow nod and bites down on her lower lip.

“I’m sure.”

I ease my thumb along her jaw, tracing the delicate curve of it, steadying both of us.

“You don’t rush,” I whisper. “This isn’t about going fast. It’s about feeling every second of it.

” She nods faintly, lips parting. “You start slow,” I say, my voice barely a breath now.

“Use your mouth, your tongue. Let your lips explore. Find what feels right and don’t overthink it. ”

She swallows, her hands tightening slightly where they rest on my hips.

“And if it’s too much,” I add, tilting her chin ever so slightly, “you stop. You look at me. Just like this.” Her gaze flicks between my eyes, wide and open, full of trust. “Can you do that for me, bambina?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I brush the back of my fingers along her cheek. “Then show me.”

And I let her.

Let her lean forward, slow and unhurried, her breath ghosting across my skin. My muscles tighten with every inch she closes, every second I fight to stay still. I’m fire and need and restraint wound tight beneath her hands, and I’ve never wanted someone to take me apart so gently in my life.

She starts soft, bare lips, featherlight, testing.

And it’s staggering.

It’s worship. And I swear, when her mouth touches me fully, my vision whites out for a second. And it’s not just from the pleasure that pulses through me, but from the ache of it.

The intimacy and trust.

The way this moment is as much about what we feel as what we do.

My hand cradles her head, my voice breaking on a groan. “Just like that… brava, bambina… ”

Her mouth moves with growing confidence, soft, curious, unhurried. Like she’s learning me by heart. Every sound she makes, every breath she takes, I feel it deep. Bone deep. Like something inside me is finally being rewritten by her hands, her lips, her perfect mouth.

My hand tightens in her hair, not to guide her… just to hold on because I need to. Because the way she’s touching me, seeing me, undoes something I’ve spent my entire life holding together with blood and fury.

I drop my head back against the tile, eyes shut, breath ragged. “Jesus, Jordyn…” I moan and she hums at the sound of her name, and I almost lose it right there, five seconds in.

The steam swirls around us, thick and curling like smoke, but I can still feel the way she moves, eager, unworldly, and just a little uncertain. It makes me want to drag her into my arms and tell her she has no fucking clue what she’s doing to me. But I resist the urge, because fuck me she does.

And she’s doing it beautifully.

My other hand finds her jaw, thumb brushing along the hinge of it, a quiet reward. “Yes, baby, you’re perfect,” I breathe. “Just like that…”

Her eyes flick up to mine, and I swear to God I see it, that spark of something that lives only between us. That quiet ache that’s never been about lust, but about need.

Jordyn, swirls her tongue around the crown and sucks a little harder, pushing me deeper into her mouth as she becomes more comfortable and confident.

“Use your hand, bambina, stroke me...” She does, sinking down further onto my cock, her lips stretching to accommodate me.

Her hand wraps around the base of me, stroking in time with her mouth, and I feel like I’m on fucking fire.

Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and the look in them is pure fucking sin.

She moans around me, the vibration sending shivers down my spine, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. Her mouth is hot and wet and fucking perfect, and the way she’s looking at me, like I’m everything, is making me fucking feral.

“Jordyn…” I warn her, my voice breaking as I feel that familiar stir starts to coil deep in my groin. I gasp, “Attenta, bambina... sto per venire.” Careful baby, I’m about to come.

But she doesn’t stop. If anything, she takes me deeper, her throat opening up to swallow more of me, and I lose it.

My hand grips the top of the shower door so tight I’m surprised it didn’t shatter alongside me.

“Fuck, oh fuck, Jordyn...I’m coming.” My hips jerk forward as I come hard down her throat, my vision goes white as pleasure explodes through me.

My cock throbs with every surge of my orgasm and she swallows every drop, her lips still wrapped tightly around me while she milks me dry.

When I finally come back to myself, she’s still on her knees, looking up at me with those stunning eyes, her lips swollen and glistening with a mix of water and my cum. And I swear to everything holy that I’ve never seen anything more fucking divine in my life.

I reach down, curl my hand beneath her jaw and lift her gaze to mine. Her lips are damp. Her cheeks flushed. And those fucking eyes, steady, searching, locked on me like I’m worth watching fall apart.

I drag my thumb across her lower lip, slowly.

“You wrecked me,” I pant, voice low and rough. “You fucking wrecked me, bambina. ”

She’s still kneeling, but there’s nothing submissive about her. She’s powerful like this, still, sure, made of heat and something I’ve never been able to name.

“You wrecked me,” I murmur, voice low and rough. “You fucking wrecked me, bambina. ”

Her eyes hold mine, bright, vulnerable, unflinching. There’s no shame in them. No sign of regret. Just her. Raw, open and wholly mine.

I pull her up, slow and steady, and her body comes with mine like it’s instinct. She’s still slick from the water, warm and trembling as she rises to her feet. My hands stay on her hips as I search her face for any sign she’s overwhelmed. For even a flicker of doubt.

But she doesn’t look away.

She’s breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling. Lips swollen.

And then she does something that fucking undoes me, she leans her forehead against mine.

My hands slide up her back, hold her close, the water pouring over both of us, masking the sound of our breaths tangled in the small space between us.

“Most people only ever get a piece of me,” I say, voice low and even. “But you took every fucking part and made it yours.” I hear her breath catch in her throat, her long lashes flutter while she looks up at me with such tenderness it makes me ache.

She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t have to, because her hands slide up my chest and curl at the nape of my neck, her fingers threading into the short hairs there.

And I let her. I let her feel what she already owns, and I do what I’m bursting to. I kiss her and savour the taste of myself on her tongue.

Fuck. Obsession was child’s play compared to what I feel now.