Olivia's POV
Lennox's answering growl rumbled against my lips, vibrating through my chest as if my very bones responded to him. His hands slid down, gripping the hem of my soaked clothes, tugging them upward. The wet fabric clung stubbornly to my skin, but he tore it away piece by piece, stripping me bare until the steam wrapped around every inch of me. His gaze burned as it swept over me, hunger blazing in his eyes.
"Mine," he whispered, almost reverent, before dropping to his knees. The spray of water rained down over both of us as his hands spread my thighs apart, his breath ghosting hot against my core. My knees trembled, but his grip kept me steady, anchoring me against the shower wall.
