*Isabella's POV*
I rolled off his chest, my body feeling boneless and utterly spent, and flopped onto the cool sheets beside him. A satisfied, lazy grin was plastered all over his face.
"Now that's more like it," he said, his voice a low, contented rumble. He sat up slightly, his abs flexing with the movement, and carefully peeled off the condom, tying it in a knot and tossing it expertly towards the small bin next to the bed.
"Of course you're happy and relaxed," I said, propping myself up on an elbow and raising an eyebrow. "I did all the fucking work."
"Hey!" he exclaimed, a look of mock offence on his face. "I thought you wanted me to take it easy." He wiggled his eyebrows, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Do you want me to take these bandages off and show you what I can really do?" he said with a wink.
"No," I said, maybe a little too quickly. The thought of him aggravating that wound made my stomach clench. "Leave the bandages where they are," I added, my tone softer.
His playful expression faded, replaced by something so open and raw it made my heart ache. "I love you, sweetheart," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "I really, really do. I don't know what the fuck I'd be without you."
And there it was. The words. The same thing Damien had said to me, not that long ago, in the hospital, 'I'd be nothing without you'. A fresh wave of anxiety, cold and sharp, washed over me, extinguishing the warm, post-coital glow in an instant. I felt my chest tighten.
"Don't start," I said, my voice coming out harsher than I intended. I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, putting physical distance between us. "You'd be just fine without me."
"Hey! That was rude," he said, his voice laced with confusion. "Where are you going?"
I froze, my back to him, not turning to face him, and yet not moving away. My mind was a fucking mess.
"Shower sex?" he asked, a hopeful, teasing lilt in his voice.
I remained frozen, a statue of internal conflict. I couldn't go back out there and face him, but I couldn't stay here and have this conversation. "Okay fine," I sighed, finally breaking my stillness. I turned my head just enough to give him a playful smirk, a mask to cover the turmoil inside. "You can come with me," I said. "But be quick before I change my mind."
With that, I walked quickly into the bathroom, not waiting for his reply. I hopped into the large, glass-walled shower, turning on the hot water and letting the steam envelop me. For a second, I just stood there, letting the water cascade over my head, trying to wash away the confusion.
Then I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. One of those arms was tattooed, the familiar ink a comforting presence against my wet skin.
"You came?" I asked, a little surprised.
"Of course I did," he murmured, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss there that made me shiver.
"I thought you needed a few minutes," I said, my head falling back against his shoulder.
"I missed you too much," he said simply. "Plus, my equipment is ready and fully functional," he added, his voice a low, suggestive growl against my ear.
I couldn't help but giggle, the tension of moments ago melting away under his touch. "Oh, Jacob, you're too loveable," I said.
"I know I am," he said, his confidence utterly unshakable. He turned me around in his arms to face him, his eyes dark and intense. He claimed my lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth as the hot water splashed over us, plastering our hair to our skin.
I pulled back slightly, breathless. "I'll have to change your bandages now," I said, my practical side kicking in.
He just leaned in and teasingly bit my lower lip, a silent, erotic promise of what was to come.
His lips a demanding, possessive kiss that tasted of steam and want. My hands were tangled in his wet hair, pulling him closer, needing more of him, all of him. The hot water cascaded over our bodies, a slick, sensual caress that made every touch feel electric.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark and burning with a hunger that made my knees weak. With his one good arm, he reached over my shoulder, his hand fumbling for a second on a small shelf built into the tiled wall, nestled amongst a collection of expensive-looking shower gels. My eyes followed his movement, and I saw it. A small, silver foil packet.
A laugh, half-exasperated, half-impressed, escaped my lips. "You bastard," I breathed, my voice a whisper. "Do you have a condom hidden everywhere?"
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, his voice a low, confident rumble that vibrated straight through me. "Stay long enough and find out."
He ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his hard cock with his one good hand.
Then his hands were on me. One gripped my hip, pulling me flush against him, while the other slid down my thigh, hooking under my knee. He lifted my leg, bracing it against his hip, opening me up to him completely. My back was pressed against the cool, slick tiles of the shower wall, the water pounding down on us.
And then he thrust into me.
A sharp cry tore from my throat, a mix of pure surprise and overwhelming pleasure. He filled me completely, stretching me again. My hands flew to his shoulders, my arms wrapping around his neck to steady myself as my body adjusted to the sudden, intense intrusion.
He didn't give me a moment to catch my breath. He set a relentless, powerful rhythm, the water making our bodies slick, allowing him to move with an ease that was fucking mind-blowing. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, hitting my G-spot inside making my toes curl. My cries echoed in the small, steamy space, mingling with the sound of the water and his low, husky groans.
The pressure built inside me, a tight, twisting knot of sensation that grew tighter with every powerful movement of his hips. His hand on my hip gripped me harder, pulling me down to meet his thrusts, forcing him deeper. I was lost, a mindless, squirming mess of pure sensation, chasing the release that was just out of reach.
"Cum for me, sweetheart," he growled against my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin.
That was it, The combination of his words and the relentless rhythm sent me flying over the edge. My orgasm shattered through me, a violent, all-consuming wave of ecstasy that left me screaming his name, my body convulsing around his cock. My inner walls clenched and pulsed, milking him as I rode out the intense pleasure.
With a final, husky groan that sounded like my name, he followed me over the precipice. He thrust up into me one last time, his body shuddering against mine as he found his own release, emptying himself into the condom.
We collapsed against each other, a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs under the hot spray of the water. My head was buried in his neck, my heart hammering against his, our ragged breaths the only sound in the steam-filled air. For a long moment, we just stood there, holding each other, the water washing over us as we both came back down to earth.