Steam clouded thicker, water sloshing violently as Kayden pinned her against the curve of the tub. His mouth devoured hers again, desperate, while his hand slid lower under the waterline—seeking, claiming, refusing to let her hide.
Helena tried to speak, but the words dissolved into a breathless gasp as his fingers found her heat, teasing mercilessly.
Two days of hunger poured into every touch, every thrust of his tongue, every growl vibrating from his chest.
Kayden's palm cupped a breast, water dripping off her skin as his thumb rolled over her nipple in a slow, deliberate circle. He pinched, tugged lightly, then rubbed until it stiffened beneath his touch. He leaned in and caught it between his lips, tongue flicking lazily while his other hand kneaded her second breast, squeezing and lifting as if he were weighing her.
