A slow, almost cruel smile spread across his lips.
"You want me to fuck you, Janet?" His voice was velvet wrapped in steel. "Say it."
She didn't hesitate.
"Please fuck me. Hard. Now."
With a growl, he closed the distance, his hands reaching for her hips, strong and unyielding. He pulled her up just enough so her feet were flat on the floor, then pressed her back against the cold tile wall.
Her breath hitched as his body pressed in, warmth and power colliding with her wet, trembling skin.
He hooked one hand under her thigh, lifting her effortlessly, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
The world shrank to the heat between them, the slick glide of his length aligning with her aching core.
Her legs were trembling like they'd been set loose from iron chains, muscles weak and shaking under his weight, but she clung to him anyway. Her hands gripped his shoulders so tight her nails bit into the taut skin, sending tiny shivers through both their bodies.
