Novel & Cerita Cold Showers Novel Free

I sigh as warmth seeps into my cold muscles and bones, caused by sleeping in my cold and dark cell. As soon as I can move a little freer and the warmth seeps more and more into my body, I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I grab the towel hanging on the wall next to the shower and as I wipe my face; I take a deep breath. I shiver a little as I smell my Master's scent on it. I am surprised when a strange feeling I have never felt before skims through my body, seeming to wake up.

Maybe bathing with her was a dangerously bad idea. She flinched slightly, still guarding herself, her gaze locked on my hand, uncertain, almost pleading as she thought I was going to touch her. I twisted the handle, and water burst from the showerhead in a sudden rush, drenching her in a warm cascade. She gasped softly, a small, involuntary sound slipping from her lips as the water ran over her trembling body. Steam curled around us, thick and heady, blurring the edges of the room and leaving the space between us taut with anticipation, every heartbeat heavy with tension. I pressed my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in without touching, my body shielding her from the spray. Drop

Midnight ink, his handwriting barely disguised. **Dare #7: Shower with me. Now. No lights. No talking.** Her pulse spiked. The bathroom door stood ajar, steam curling out like an invitation. She heard the water running, steady and hot. Another rumble of thunder shook the floorboards. She told herself she could walk away. She could put on headphones, crawl into bed, pretend the last forty-eight hours were fever dreams. Instead she stripped where she stood, T-shirt and panties hitting the tile with a wet slap. The robe hung on the back of her door; she left it.

Rachel's POV Cold water rushed over my head, numbing my skin and silencing the ringing in my ears. The hotel’s staff shower was small and unremarkable, white tiles, humming fluorescent light, but it felt like the only place I could hide. I scrubbed at my arms until the faint scent of frosting was gone, yet the humiliation clung to me like a stain that would not wash out. When the water finally ran clear, I stood there for a moment, hands braced on the wall, my breath trembling.

The contact felt louder than words. By noon the sun had turned vicious. Heat pressed against the windows, turning the air inside thick and slow. I’d showered alone after he left my room—quick, cold water, trying to rinse away the flush that wouldn’t leave my skin. It didn’t work. Every time I closed my eyes I felt his tongue again, the slow drag of it, the way he’d held me open and made me come apart without mercy.

His skin tastes clean and masculine, with a hint of his expensive cologne. “Do you want to take a shower with me?” he whispers softly against her cheek, his breath warm and tantalizing. Without a single word, she turns, leading him into the bathroom. Next to a pair of plush white robes is the large glass enclosure with two shower heads on the wall. Steam fills the bathroom as she adjusts the water temperature, testing it with her hand until it’s just right. Ryan takes her hand, and they both step into the hot pulsing stream. The water feels like ecstasy against Corvina’s skin. She leans back into the surging water, letting it trickle down from her head to her toes. Ryan leans forward, taking

I plop a huge glob in my hands and go to work. Inside the shower there are more controls. There is a free standing nozzle and I remove it from its cubby. I find the right controls and set it to pulse. I grab some oil and begin to oil my body when a familiar tingle awakens between my legs. I rub myself to quench the ache. Back and forth I move. I hoist my leg up on the side of the shower and grab the pulsing head. Ah! The sensation is overwhelming, like nothing I've ever felt, and I stifle a moan. Jordyn's jaw line creeps into my head. The shape of his shoulders and the swagger of his hips. I feel myself building higher and higher until I come exquisitely on the shower floor.

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he called, slamming the bathroom door behind him and locking it. Breathing heavily, Dale stumbled into the shower, twisting the cold knob with shaking hands. Ice-cold water cascaded over him, shocking his overheated skin. He gasped. The coldness jolted him back to reality, chasing away the visions that had overtaken him. He pressed his forehead against the cool tile, feeling the chill seep into his bones, calming the fire that had blazed so suddenly.

I yelled as soon as I felt the rush of the cold water pulling me out of my mind replay. Suddenly, the position I was in seemed very compromising. Damon had me pressed against the cold tiled walls of the shower, with his hands on my quivering shoulders. His legs were pressed against mine, with one in between my legs pressing against my covered crotch. His head was buried in my neck as he took in sharp breaths. The warmth of his exhales caused more chills to go down my spine, as if the cold water wasn't enough. I wanted to push him away. I wanted him to leave me alone. It would have been better if I was alone underneath the cold water than to feel the heat of his body pressed against mine at t