Kael kissed her again—longer, messier this time, tongues brushing, mouths crashing open.
Her moan spilled into his mouth, raw and desperate.
She clenched around him, her rhythm stumbling just from the weight of the kiss alone.
He pulled back, his lips brushing hers, barely touching.
"You like being filled like this?" he whispered, voice ragged, breath catching. "So deep you can't think straight?"
She nodded, eyes glassy, mouth trembling open.
His hand slid down her back, dragging through wet skin, finding the curve of her ass beneath the water.
He gripped tight, lifted her, then dropped her back down—harder.
She gasped, head thrown back.
A sound that wasn't quite a cry and wasn't quite a moan—just hunger made audible.
Again.
He did it again, rougher.
Her body jolted in his lap, riding harder now, rhythm unraveling with each thrust.
She couldn't keep it slow anymore.
Her pulse raced.
