Debt of Desire Chapter 7: Breaking Point in the Shower

Cami woke from her short nap still buzzing.

Her body felt loose and heavy at the same time, like every muscle remembered exactly how many times Elias had pushed her to the edge and held her there. The sheets smelled like sex and him—clean sweat, faint cologne, her own release. She stretched slow, arms above her head, legs spreading on instinct. Her pussy was tender. Swollen. Still slick.

She heard water running.

The shower.

He was in there.

She sat up. Heart picking up speed again.

The bedroom door was open. Steam drifted out from the bathroom. She could see the glass shower wall fogged up. His shape moving behind it. Tall. Broad shoulders. Water sliding down his back.

She bit her lip.

He hadn’t told her to stay in bed.

She slid off the mattress. Bare feet on cool floor. Walked to the doorway.

Leaned against the frame. Watching.

He turned. Saw her through the steam.

Didn’t say anything at first. Just looked. Water streaming over his chest, down his abs, lower. His cock was half-hard already. Thick. Heavy.

“Come here,” he said finally. Voice echoing off the tiles.

She stepped inside. Warm air hit her skin. Humid. Thick.

He opened the glass door.

“Inside.”

She walked under the spray. Hot water poured over her head. Soaked her hair. Ran down her face. Her breasts. Between her legs. Washing away the stickiness from earlier. Making her feel new. Clean. Ready.

He closed the door behind her.

The space felt small suddenly. Just them. Water pounding. Steam rising. No escape.

He turned her so her back was to his chest. Arms came around her. One hand flat on her stomach. The other sliding up to cup her breast. Pinching the nipple slow. Rolling it.

She leaned back into him. Head on his shoulder. Moaned soft.

“You’ve been patient,” he murmured against her ear. “All day. No complaints. Just took everything I gave.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His hand on her stomach slid lower. Fingers parting her folds. Finding her clit. Already sensitive. She jerked.

“Still so responsive.”

He rubbed slow. Gentle at first. Building her up again. Water making everything slicker. Hotter.

She reached back. Hands on his thighs. Holding on.

He pressed his cock against her ass. Hard now. Thick length sliding between her cheeks. Not inside. Just teasing.

“Feel that?”

“Yes, Sir… so hard…”

“That’s what you do to me.”

He turned her around. Pushed her back against the cool tile wall. She gasped at the contrast—hot water on her front, cold tile on her back.

He lifted one of her legs. Hooked it over his hip. Opened her.

Looked down between them. Watched his fingers slide inside her. Two at first. Then three. Stretching. Fucking her slow while his thumb circled her clit.

Her head fell back against the wall. Mouth open. Water running into it.

“Sir… please… I need you inside me…”

He kissed her neck. Bit lightly.

“Not yet.”

She whined. Loud. Echoing in the shower.

He kept going. Fingers curling. Hitting that spot. Over and over. Building her fast this time. No edging. Just pushing.

Her nails dug into his shoulders.

“I’m close… so close…”

“Come,” he said against her skin. “Let me feel it.”

She shattered again. Harder than before. Screaming his name this time. Body convulsing. Pussy clenching around his fingers. Knees buckling.

He held her up. Let her ride it out. Fingers still moving gentle until the last tremor faded.

Then he pulled them out.

Turned off the water.

The sudden quiet was loud. Just their breathing. Dripping water.

He grabbed a towel. Dried her slow. Every inch. Kneeling to dry her legs. Her feet. Kissing the inside of her thigh.

She trembled.

When he stood, he dried himself quick. Wrapped the towel around his waist.

Led her back to the bedroom.

Pushed her gently onto the bed. On her back.

Climbed over her.

His towel fell away. Cock hard. Heavy. Resting against her stomach.

He braced on his forearms. Looked down at her.

“Tonight,” he said. Voice rough. “I’m going to fuck you. Finally. Deep. Until you can’t think. Until you forget your own name. Until the only thing you know is that you belong to me.”

Her breath caught.

“Yes, Sir… please…”

He reached between them. Guided the head of his cock to her entrance. Rubbed it up and down her slit. Coating himself in her wetness.

She lifted her hips. Trying to take him.

He held still.

“But first…”

He leaned down. Mouth at her ear.

“I want to hear you beg for it. Really beg. Tell me exactly what you want. How bad you need my cock. How much you want me to own every inch of you.”

She swallowed. Body on fire.

“Please, Sir… I need you inside me. I need your cock stretching me. Filling me. Fucking me hard. I want to feel you deep. I want to come around you. I want you to come inside me. Mark me. Own me. Please… I’m begging… I can’t wait anymore…”

He groaned. Low. Primal.

“Good girl.”

He pushed forward. Slow. Inch by inch.

Her eyes widened. Mouth falling open.

So thick. So full.

He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt.

They both froze. Breathing hard.

He looked into her eyes.

“You’re mine now,” he said. “Completely.”

Then he started to move.

Slow at first. Deep thrusts. Pulling almost all the way out. Sliding back in.

She moaned with every stroke. Legs wrapping around his waist. Pulling him closer.

He picked up speed. Harder. Deeper. Bed shaking. Skin slapping. Wet sounds mixing with their gasps.

She was climbing again. Fast.

“Sir… I’m gonna come…”

“Come with me,” he growled.

He slammed in. Once. Twice.

Then buried deep.

She broke. Screaming. Clenching around him.

He followed right after. Groaning her name. Cock pulsing. Filling her. Hot. Thick.

They stayed like that. Locked together. Panting. Sweaty.

He kissed her slow. Deep. Tongue claiming her mouth the same way his cock had claimed her body.

When he finally pulled out, she felt the warm slide of his cum leaking out of her.

He rolled to his side. Pulled her against his chest.

Arm around her waist. Hand resting possessively between her legs. Cupping her gently.

“Rest,” he whispered. “You’re going to need it.”

She nuzzled into him. Exhausted. Satisfied. Owned.

But just as her eyes started to close, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He reached for it. Looked at the screen.

His face changed.

Hardened.

He sat up.

“Cami.”

His voice was different now. Serious.

She opened her eyes.

“What is it, Sir?”

He turned the phone so she could see the message.

One line.

From an unknown number.

They know she signed.

They’re coming for her.

Elias’s jaw tightened.

“Get dressed.”

He stood. Already moving.

“Fast.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

Eighty-five days left.

And suddenly the contract felt a lot more dangerous than she’d ever imagined.