Y/N sighed as the hot water cascaded down her body, washing away the stress of the day. She ran her hands through her wet hair, tilting her head back, letting the warmth soothe her tired muscles. The bathroom was filled with steam, the air thick with heat and the scent of vanilla body wash.
Just as she reached for the soap, the glass door slid open behind her.
A shiver ran down her spine before she even turned around.
H/N.
He stepped into the shower without a word, his presence overwhelming in the small space. The heat from the water wasnât the only thing making her skin burn.
"You left me in bed," he murmured, his deep voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
She smirked, keeping her back to him. "You were sleeping. I didnât want to wake you."
A low chuckle. "Liar."
Before she could reply, his hands slid over her wet waist, pulling her back against his firm chest. His skin was hot, his muscles tense against her softness. She sucked in a breath as his lips brushed against her bare shoulder, slow and teasing.
"You always wake me up," he whispered, his fingers tracing lazy patterns down her stomach. "Even when you donât mean to."
Her pulse quickened. She could feel his breath on her skin, his body pressing into hers in the most delicious way. The steam swirled around them, making everything feel hazy, like a dream.
She let out a soft sigh as his lips traveled up her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. He knew what that did to her.
"Youâre teasing me," she whispered.
He smirked against her ear. "Maybe."
His hands moved lower, gliding over her slick skin, his touch both gentle and possessive. The way he touched herâlike he had all the time in the worldâmade her body tremble with anticipation.
She turned in his arms, her wet palms sliding over his chiseled chest, feeling every ridge of muscle. His dark, heated gaze locked onto hers, filled with something primal.
"I could say the same about you," he murmured, tilting her chin up with his fingers.
Her lips parted, but before she could speak, he kissed her.
Deep. Slow. Hungry.
The kind of kiss that stole her breath, that left her dizzy. His tongue brushed against hers, his grip tightening on her hips, pulling her impossibly close. Water dripped from their bodies, the heat between them burning hotter than the shower itself.
She moaned into his mouth as his hands slid down her back, gripping her in a way that made her ache for him.
"Youâre mine," he murmured against her lips.
She looked up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly, her heart hammering against her ribs.
"Then prove it," she whispered.
A dark fire flashed in his eyes.
And he did.
As the water poured down around them, as steam curled around their bodies, he worshiped herâuntil her legs were weak, until she was breathless, until the only name she could remember was his.
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The Aftermath
Later, as they stood beneath the warm water, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. His fingers traced slow, gentle circles on her lower back, grounding her in the moment.
She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"You okay?" he asked softly, his lips brushing against her damp hair.
She smiled, content, her body still humming from the intensity of it all.
"More than okay," she murmured.
His grip on her tightened slightly, as if he never wanted to let go.
"Good," he whispered. "Because Iâm never done with you."
She smirked, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.
"Neither am I."
And as he kissed her againâslow and deep, like he had all the time in the worldâshe knew one thing for sure.
This was more than just passion.
This was love.