When he finally came again he lowered her carefully to her feet.
Her legs shook so badly she grabbed the wall.
"Not done yet," he said. His eyes were still hungry. Still that same consuming need that had walked him through the door fully clothed.
He turned off the shower. Grabbed a towel. Dried them both off.....rough, efficient, nothing gentle about it.
Lifted her. Carried her back to the bed.
"Sebastian please..." She pushed at his chest. "I'm so sore...."
"I know." He tossed her onto the mattress and climbed over her, spreading her thighs. "But I need you again." His eyes moved over her face. Something in them beyond the hunger.....something quieter underneath. "Can't get enough of you."
He thrust inside without warning.
So wet from the shower, from him, from everything, that he slid in easily despite her body's protests. Hard and fast, taking what he needed, and she could only moan and take it.
