UNDER THE WATER

SERA

“Fuck-” I cried out, head slamming back against the wall as he filled me, stretched me open, thick and deep, and so perfectly full I couldn’t breathe.

He is so big!

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, forehead pressing to mine, his hips barely able to move with how deep he was. “Like your pussy was made for me.”

He started to move, slow at first, dragging out each thrust, grinding against the deepest part of me until my moans turned breathless and desperate.

Then faster, harder.

Every wet, filthy slap of skin against skin echoed off the tiles, water pounding down on our bodies as he fucked me against the wall like he needed to erase every other man who’d ever touched me.

I clung to him, legs locked around his waist, nails raking down his back as pleasure crashed over me in waves. Hot, endless, and devastating.

I have never been taken like this.

Never been wanted like this.

This was fucking paradise.

“You want it harder?” he panted, dragging his teeth along my jaw.

“Yes-yes, please-”

He grunted, pulled out almost completely, and then slammed back in so hard I screamed, white-hot pleasure tearing through me. He did it again.

And again.

Faster.

Filthier.

“Say it,” he growled against my ear. “Say this pussy’s mine now.”

“It’s yours,” I gasped, eyes rolling back. “It’s yours, Knox!”

His mouth crashed into mine again, messy and wild and claiming. He didn’t give a second to breath as he continued slamming into me over and over again.

My legs were still wrapped around his hip, but I couldn’t feel it anymore. Couldn’t feel anything except him, inside me, against me, and around me. His heat, his breath, the thick, and the pulsing stretch of him hitting nerves I didn’t even know existed.

“You feel that?” he growled against my ear, his voice low and ragged, vibrating through my spine. “Feel how good you’re gripping me? Like your pussy knows who it belongs to.”

I whimpered, eyes rolling back, and he didn’t let up. His thrusts came harder, faster, the kind that bordered on brutal, driving me up the wall, literally and figuratively.

“Fuck, Sera,” he groaned, hips pistoning, every inch of him sliding so deep I could barely breathe. “You take me so damn well. Every. Single. Inch.”

He slammed into me at every pause.

I cried out, nails digging into his back, the slick slap of our bodies echoing through the fogged-up shower.

“Knox-” I gasped, hands flying to his shoulders, desperate for grounding. “I-I can’t take it-”

“Yes, you can.” His voice was sharp, commanding.

He slowed, suddenly, devastatingly, and began to grind into me with deep, measured thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in achingly slow.

I sobbed.

It was torture.

And I loved it

“Look at me,” he said, voice thick with heat. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you fall apart.”

My lashes fluttered open, barely able to keep them there, but when I did… fuck, he was staring straight into me. Possessive. Fierce. A storm brewing in those eyes like he wanted to burn the world down just to keep me.

“You feel that?” he whispered. “That’s what it’s like to be taken by someone who knows how to fuck you right.”

His thrusts got sharper, harder again, but still controlled. Each one angled perfectly, grinding against the spot that made me cry out, over and over and over again.

“Don’t you dare hold back those moans, baby,” he said, his mouth trailing hot against my jaw, my ear. “No one can hear you from here. You can scream all you want,”

And I did.

The sounds tore from my throat, raw and helpless, his name mixing with whimpers and gasps and the kind of pleasure that bordered on pain.

“As Jared ever made you sound like that?” Knox growled. “As he ever fucked you so good you forgot your own name?”

“N-no,” I sobbed, completely unguarded now, unraveling in his hands.

“Damn right,” he hissed, thrusting deeper, rougher, fingers digging into my hips. “He doesn’t know what to do with you. But I do. I feel you, Sera. Every clench, and every tremble. Your body’s fucking mine now.”

My nails dragged down his back as he slammed into me again. My body trembled, clenching around him as I lost all control.

“I’m gonna-fuck-I’m gonna cu.-”

“Do it,” he growled, grabbing my chin, making me look into his eyes. “Cum all over my cock. Show me how bad you needed this.”

It hit me like a lightning strike.

No warning. No easing into it. Just a sudden, blinding surge that snapped through me from the inside out.

One second I was gasping, shaking, barely able to hold on. The next-

I was gone.

My whole body locked up.

My toes curled, fingers digging helplessly into Knox’s slick, flexing shoulders as I shattered in his arms.

“Knox!” I screamed his name loud, raw, and broken like it was the only thing tethering me to the world.

I felt it, felt myself pulsing around him, over and over, waves of pleasure crashing so hard they bordered on unbearable. My thighs trembled. My back arched off the wall. My cries tore through the steam-soaked room like thunder.

And still, he didn’t stop.

He didn’t slow.

“That’s it,” he growled, holding me tighter, slamming into me again, and again. “Cum for me. Let me feel it.”

He rode out every second of it, hips driving deep, relentless, even as I trembled violently against him. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

All I could do was feel this wild, and uncontrollable pleasure ripping me apart from the inside.

“Fuck, Sera,” he groaned, his voice dark and ragged, lips hot against my jaw. “You’re shaking. Fucking trembling around me.”

I was.

I couldn’t even pretend to be in control anymore. I clung to him like he was the only solid thing in the world. My body quaked with aftershocks, little pulses that just wouldn’t stop, dragging soft sobs from my lips as I buried my face in his neck.

And then I felt it. The shift.

The tension in his muscles coiled tighter. His breath turned ragged, each exhale hitting my skin with heat. His hands gripped me harder, fingers digging into my hips as his rhythm grew wilder, less controlled, abd more desperate.

“Fuck… Sera,” he groaned, his voice breaking into a growl as he slammed deep and stilled.

And then he spilled into me.

Hot. Heavy. Endless.

I gasped at the sensation, so much of him pouring inside me, his release pulsing thick and slow, filling me completely.

I could feel it, feel every hot, slippery drop claiming me from the inside, and I moaned through clenched teeth, arching into him helplessly, still so sensitive it almost hurt.

The fullness, fuck, it sent something primal spiraling through me. I felt it dripping out of me to the floor of the bathroom, warm and decadent and filthy, and my body just snapped.

I came again.

Without warning, without thought, just pure, desperate sensation. My inner walls clenched around him, milking him for everything he had left. My moans turned into cries, face buried against his shoulder, hands fisting into his hair as I broke all over again.

My thighs shook. My breath came in ragged, gasping sobs, and Knox held me tighter, his head bowed to my neck, lips brushing my skin as he groaned through the last, aching pulses of his release.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, but his hips never stopped moving, deep, steady strokes that made the pleasure linger, that kept the fire burning even through the wreckage.

It was all too much, I felt like I was going to die of pleasure.

“Please,” I whimpered, voice cracked and hoarse, “I can’t-”

“Yes, you can,” he said again, and his tone was so dark, so reverent, like he was worshiping every part of my undoing. “You’re fucking perfect, you don’t even know what you do to me.”

His mouth claimed mine again, deep and consuming, and I melted into it, still crying softly against his lips as the last tremors rolled through me.

“Look at me,” he breathed when I tried to hide my face again. His hand cupped my cheek, made me meet his eyes. “I want you to feel what I just did to you. I want you to remember it.”

I did. I would.

Because no one, not Jared, not anyone has ever taken me like that. Has ever broken me like that.

And the worst part?

The most terrifying, exhilarating part?

I wanted more.