Page 98 of Bloodstained Wings
My tears mix with the water as I place my hands on either side of the shower wall and lower my head.
I don’t hear Carter come in since I’m so lost in my own grief. I don’t feel him until he gets into the shower, his lean and muscled body pressing against mine. Wordlessly, he takes the bar of soap out of my hands and runs it over my flushed skin. I go still as he moves his hand slowly, languidly, as if we have all the time in the world. When he spins me around, he has a strange glimmer in his eyes, and my chest is bursting with emotion.
I throw my arms around him and kiss Carter with all my might.
Like I’m trying to lose myself in him. Like I wouldn’t mind drowning in him.
He drops the bar of soap and digs his fingers into my waist. When he tugs on my lower lip, my breath hitches in my throat, and I lean further into his touch. Without warning, Carter spins me around so my chest and stomach are pressed against the cool tile walls. He uses his mouth to move over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
“Carter,” I whisper, my voice catching toward the end. “I—”
“Shh,” Carter whispers into my ear. “Let me take care of you, dove.”
One hand stays on my hips, and the other moves to the front, quickly sliding down to my drenched center. He pushes one finger in my pussy and then another, and I’m already gushing wet. Carter makes a low growling sound in the back of his throat and begins to move.
Wave after wave of pleasure builds up within me. I swallow and squeeze my eyes shut. I feel every inch of him pressed against me, invading my space, my thoughts, and my heart.
But I don’t mind.
I don’t mind one bit.
Especially when he positions himself behind me and rubs in slow, circular motions. I twist my arms behind my back and try to grab a fistful of his hair. Using his free hand, he pins my arms over my head and makes another low noise that reverberates inside my head.
Fuck.
How is it that he’s able to read me so well?
How is it that he’s able to make me feel so many things at once?
I barely have time to finish my last thought before Carter thrusts into me, and I moan. Carter’s fingers have moved to press against my clit, slowly circling the aching nub and sending wave after wave of molten-hot desire racing through me. My vision turns white when he eases out and slams back into me, earning a little gasp of delight.
“Nothing else matters,” Carter murmurs in a deep and husky voice. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I murmur, twisting my head to look back at him. His hair is flattened by the water, and the hunger on his face is unmistakable, but it’s the look in his eyes that nearly has me coming undone.
Carter is never vulnerable. But I know that everything is changing between us, and he’s trying to show me what I do to him.
The kind of effect I have on him.
The thought makes me feel powerful and terrified all at once. As if I could have that kind of influence over Carter Blackthorne, of all people.
With a smirk, Carter brushes his lips against mine and thrusts again, deeper this time. Another whimper falls from my lips, and I turn my head back around. He keeps me pinned to the wall while he has his way with me, taking and giving with so much ferocity and sensuality that it brings tears to my eyes. When the force of my orgasm rips through me, and I cry out, I realize I never want it to end.
I don’t ever want to be apart from Carter.
Wordlessly, he spins me around and helps me set one leg up on the edge of the tub. He pushes my breasts together and eases into me. Then he lowers his head and takes one nipple between his teeth. I have my head thrown back, and my fingers are tightly wound through his hair when another orgasm builds. Carter moves onto the other nipple, sucking and biting as if his life depends on it, and I fall.
I fall so hard that I feel my soul leave my body.
Once I return, I realize my breathing is labored, and my legs are still shaking. I feel something warm between my legs and glance down to find Carter kneeling in front of me. Using his tongue, he shakes his head back and forth. I dig my fingers into his shoulders and try to remember how to breathe.
How to exist without Carter inside of me.
And all over me.
His intoxicating smell, a mixture of leather and sandalwood cologne, wafts up my nostrils. I inhale, and my fingers move from his shoulders to the back of his neck. They wind themselves through his hair, and I hold on to him for dear life. Just as I’m about to fall again, Carter removes his mouth and thrusts his fingers between my wet folds.
Then he pulls me up and holds me to him.