Chapter 30: Chapter 30

JASMINE

Erik was a flame, and I was the fuel. The second our bodies met, a surge of warmth spread through me, as if every nerve was set on fire by his touch. I lost myself in him, just like I had so many times before.

But this time, it felt more intense, more raw—as if nothing else existed beyond the steamy shower. He was mine, and I was his—in the most primal sense.

His lips took mine with a desperate need, his tongue exploring, claiming, while his hands held my waist, drawing me closer until there was no space left between us. My skin yearned for more contact, but no matter how close we got, it never seemed enough.

I could feel the firmness of his cock against my thigh, sending a thrill of anticipation straight to my core. My body reacted eagerly to every move he made, amplifying the desire coursing through me.

Erik was my undoing. He knew exactly how to dismantle me, slowly, deliberately—like he had total control over me and everything around us.

His hands moved down to cup my ass, pulling me against him in a possessive hold, then gliding back up my body, tracing the gentle curve of my waist with a touch so light it left a trail of goosebumps behind.

Every stroke of his fingertips against my skin was like a promise of more to come, a slow burn building within me, higher and higher. When his hands reached the sides of my breasts, his fingers barely brushed the sensitive skin before skimming over my collarbone. He paused, breaking the kiss just long enough to watch my reaction.

I met his gaze, honey-colored eyes dark with desire, and it took all my strength not to fall apart right then and there. Erik wasn’t just strong and authoritative like the alpha he was; he was also gentle, playful.

His fingers danced over my skin, barely touching, creating shivers that traveled down my spine and left me shaking beneath him. He held me captive in his touch, exploring every inch of me with an almost sacred slowness.

I felt my pulse quicken, and heat pooled low in my belly, spreading down to the very core of me. My body was slick with need, yearning for him, for all of him.

“Erik…,” I murmured, his name almost lost in the steam of the shower.

My breath came in short gasps, heart pounding, as his hands drifted lower, down the side of my waist and over my hips. But then he stopped, deliberately avoiding the place I needed him the most. I let out a shaky breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding.

My hands clung to his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle beneath them, needing something to anchor me. Erik’s gaze remained fixed on mine as he teased my body into a frenzy, his fingers sliding down the insides of my thighs, brushing over the most sensitive parts of me.

And still, he held back, savoring my reaction, watching as my body responded to him. I was exposed in front of him—completely his. And he knew it.

“You like this, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Seeing how easily I can make you come undone.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my voice shaking, betraying just how close to the edge I was. “I…I need you, Erik.”

“Not yet, Minnie,” he said, his voice a low growl filled with wicked promise. “Not yet.”

Then, without warning, his hand slipped between my legs, his fingers sliding through my wetness before slowly sinking one inside me.

A moan slipped from me, unbidden, as pleasure shot through my body. His thumb found my clit, and the moment he began to circle it with slow, steady pressure, I was lost.

“Always so ready for me, so wet,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “My dream girl.”

His words sent another surge of heat washing over me, and I couldn’t stop the sounds that escaped my lips as he worked me with his fingers. I was shaking, on the brink of shattering completely.

My breaths came faster, more ragged, and I knew I was close. So close.

“I need you inside me,” I gasped, clutching at him as my legs wobbled.

Erik let out a low, primal growl—a sound that sent a thrill rushing through me. His hands moved to my thighs, lifting me effortlessly against the cool tile wall.

I wrapped my legs around him as his cock pressed against my entrance, and with one slow thrust, he filled me completely. My teeth dug into my lower lip—a desperate attempt to muffle the cry that threatened to escape.

He was large, stretching me in a way that was both agonizing and divine. Every part of him seemed as if it had been crafted to fit flawlessly within me. Erik was large, and he was aware of it.

I bit my lip as I felt my body adjust to accommodate him. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was laced with concern, holding himself back.

“Never,” I managed to say, taking a deep breath as he filled me.

“Damn, Jasmine,” he groaned, his forehead falling to rest against mine as he paused, allowing me time to adjust to his size. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

A whimper escaped my lips, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I adjusted to his fullness. “Don’t stop. Please…”

His hips began to move in slow, deliberate thrusts, each one driving him deeper inside me before pulling back just enough to send me spiraling into pleasure again.

Each stroke brought me closer to the edge, the pressure building between my thighs until it was nearly unbearable.

“You’re mine,” he growled into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I managed to whisper, the words sending another wave of pleasure coursing through me.

“Good girl,” he whispered back. And then he lost control.

Erik’s rhythm quickened, each thrust harder and more demanding than the last. The wet sounds of our bodies colliding echoed in the shower, mingling with the ragged breaths and moans escaping from both of us.

I could feel his muscles tensing beneath my hands, the tension winding up in his body as he chased his climax.

“I’m so close,” I gasped, my head falling back against the tile as the pleasure built to a breaking point.

“Don’t hold back,” he growled. “I want to feel you cum for me.”

His command was delivered in a voice thick with lust and desire, and it was enough to send me over the edge. But he didn’t stop, and just when I thought the first wave of pleasure was over, another hit me.

My legs convulsed in his hands, and Erik let out a strangled groan, thrusting into me one last time before he followed me over the edge, his body shuddering against mine as he came.

For a moment, we were both still, our breaths mingling in the aftermath.

Then, Erik chuckled softly, his forehead still pressed to mine.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, a smile creeping onto my face despite the overwhelming exhaustion that washed over me.

He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes.

“I just love how you always surprise me, Minnie. Every time.”