WET AND WILD

SERA

I closed the door behind me with a soft click, my hand lingering on the handle longer than necessary.

The room was dimly lit, the air warmer than the hallway, laced with his scent. Clean, masculine, and just as dangerous as he was.

I was already breathing too hard.

The sound of running water pulled my gaze to the slightly open door across the room.

Steam curled lazily from the gap, spilling into the bedroom like it was reaching for me. Inviting me. Daring me.

My heart pounded against my ribs like it was trying to warn me, scream at me to leave. That it wasn’t too late to turn around. That I was still wearing a robe. Still technically untouched.

But my body didn’t move. Not away, at least.

I drifted closer, silent, drawn in like a moth to flame. The fog thickened as I stepped into the threshold, and then I saw him—

Knox.

His back was to me, water cascading down the lines of his muscles, every inch of him bathed in steam and shadows. His head tilted back beneath the spray, fingers dragging through his wet hair, water running down his neck, over his spine, lower… to his taut buttocks.

I swallowed hard, heat blooming low in my belly.

God.

He was beautiful. All hard muscle and effortless power. Everything I’d been craving.

I stood there watching, unable to stop myself, thighs pressed together in a useless attempt to soothe the ache building in my core.

I told myself I had tried. I had.

I have been patient, understanding, loyal to a man who never really notices when I was aching right next to him in bed. I have been the perfect fiancée.

Played my part.

But I was done starving.

I needed this.

I needed Knox.

I took a step forward, then another. My fingers found the knot of my robe, and I untied it slowly. It fell open, the cool air brushing my skin. I let it slip off my shoulders, pooling around my feet in silence.

Then came the night dress.

Thin straps slipped down my arms, the silk whispering over my skin before it joined the robe on the floor. I stood there, naked, pulse racing, need tightening every nerve in my body.

I stepped into the bathroom.

The steam wrapped around me, curling over my skin, warming me instantly. Knox still hadn’t noticed. He was lost in the shower, water running down every hard angle of his body like it belonged there.

He felt me before he saw me.

The second I stepped into the steam-drenched shower, I saw it, the ripple of tension slicing through his back, muscles tightening like they’d been wired to mine.

Water pounded down on him, but he stood still for a breath, then turned… slowly.

Deliberately.

And when his eyes met mine, the air between us changed.

The steam thickened. The space crackled.

Water ran down his face, over that sharp jaw, those collarbones, the cut of his chest. His gaze locked onto mine, and then dropped.

Heat surged through my body as he dragged his eyes down my neck, across my breasts.

My nipples were already hard, aching under the pressure of his stare, and when his gaze paused there, lingered, devoured, I swore I felt the throb in my clit grow stronger.

The heat of it was unbearable.

I saw the want in his eyes.

And then I saw him.

My breath hitched.

Hard. Thick. Heavy. Standing proud, cock angled toward me like he’d been ready for me before I even entered the room. Water beaded along the length of him, sliding slowly down, and at the tip. A slick, glistening drop.

Waiting. Dripping.

I swallowed, thighs pressing together, but it was no use. My core was already clenching, wet and swollen and desperate.

He raised his eyes back to mine, and this time, there was nothing gentle there. Just raw hunger. Tension coiled tight behind his jaw, like he was barely holding himself back.

Then he spoke, his voice low and husky, like gravel and sin.

“This is your last chance.” His words poured over me like molten steel. “If you want to turn around, do it now. Because the second I touch you… I’m not stopping. I won’t be gentle. I’ll ruin you.”

I should have run.

But I wasn’t scared.

I was starving.

“I’m not leaving,” I whispered. My voice shook, but not from fear.

From anticipation.

His smile spread slowly. Wicked. Dark. Possessive.

“Good,” he growled.

Then he grabbed me.

One hard yank and I slammed against his chest, the slick heat of his skin meeting mine in a delicious, electric collision.

His mouth crushed mine before I could breathe, and I opened to him instantly, tongue, lips, teeth and his kiss was brutal, feral, and devouring.

Knox tasted like heat and hunger.

His cock was hard against my belly, thick, hot, pulsing, and I felt it twitch the moment our bodies met, felt it drag along my skin as he pressed me up against the cold shower wall.

“You’re driving me fucking insane.” He groaned in my mouth.

He spun me around and shoved my face against the wall, exuding a sharp gasp from me. One arm braced beside my head, the other gripping my waist, pinning me in place as his cock ground between my butt cheeks, thick and pulsing.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his mouth hot on my ear. “Naked. Wet. Desperate. You came in here dripping for my cock, didn’t you?”

I gasped, body arching back against him, my ass grinding on him like instinct. “Yes—fuck, yes—”

He growled, deep and raw, and slid a hand between my legs. His fingers found my slit, parted me, felt the wetness pooling there.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking soaked,” he growled, brushing his fingers further and causing my knee to buck and a sharp cry to escape my lips.

His fingers teased me, just a brush, just enough to make my knees tremble, then withdrew.

“Please…” I whimpered at the absence of his thick fingers, needy and throbbing.

“You don’t get to beg yet,” he said darkly. “Not until I’ve wrecked every part of you.”

Then he spun me again.

His hands slid down my sides, gripping my ass hard, lifting me effortlessly. My legs wrapped around him before I could think, and that thick length pressed right between my folds, so close I couldn’t stop the moan that tore from my throat.

“Fuck, Sera,” he growled, dragging his mouth along my neck, biting just hard enough to make my hips jerk against him.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes blazing with something primal, chest heaving, water streaming down his face.

Then his gaze dropped between us again, and he saw it. Saw the slickness coating his cock from just grinding against me. Saw how swollen and soaked I was.

His jaw clenched, restraint barely hanging on.

“You’ve got one chance to tell me to slow down,” he said, voice hoarse. “Because once I’m in you, I’m not stopping. I’m not being gentle. I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been dying to.”

I stared at him, breath ragged, heart racing, heat boiling inside me.

“Then fuck me, Knox,” I whispered, grinding down harder. “Ruin me.”

Something snapped.

He growled, an actual growl, and the next thing I knew, I felt the tip of his cock slide against my entrance, thick and slick, and then, with one deep, brutal thrust, he drove his thick, hard cock inside me.