She didn't say a word after the shower—couldn't. Her body was trembling in my arms, soaked and soft and utterly vulnerable, still clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.
I brushed wet hair from her face, lips grazing her temple as I murmured, "Still with me?"
She nodded weakly, eyes heavy-lidded and glassy. "Mhm…"
Good.
Because I wasn't done.
I stepped out of the shower carrying her like she weighed nothing—my cock still buried deep inside her, pulsing with every heartbeat. Her breath hitched at the movement, fingers digging into my skin like they were trying to claim me right back.
We moved from the bathroom into the hallway, every footstep a reminder that this wasn't just a moment. It was a claim.
