Cold Showers Novel Free Novels & Stories

Luke just ruined my day, huh? I took off my dress and sat at the edge of my golden, porcelain, enameled steel bathtub. Preparing myself for a chilly night shower. Gently, I closed my eyes and turned on the shower. Letting the chilly water spread over my hair and face. It ran down my heated body as I cooed at its rough touch. I moaned softly, running a relaxed hand over my hair, down my shoulders, and curves. Its freezing sensation brought me to reality. With every drop of water, shining like a pearl against my slim, chocolate body.

I wish I had my phone. I undress and step into the shower, sucking in a breath as I switch on the icy water. Yelping when it sprays on me, although I am not under the powerful stream yet. Closing my eyes, I bravely step under the downpour, wrapping my arms around myself as the water gushes down, making me whimper. “It isn’t cold, it isn’t cold. Not cold… no, not cold, I’m not cold.” I whimper as the ice-cold water makes my teeth chatter. I take a deep breath slowly getting used to the cold after a few moments.

She believed that she was charming enough and no man would be able to resist her, not even Alpha Killian. Lyra stripped her ball gown and tiptoed towards the bathroom. She did not want to scare Killian, as he might not like it. Killian had opened the tap, and cold water was running down his body. He was used to taking cold baths whenever he was stressed or when he was unsure of what to do about a situation. Taking cold showers helped him clear his mind. Lyra went in and hugged Killian from behind. But she never expected that the man was taking a cold shower in such cold weather. The moment the cold water touched her skin, she yelped.

Raquel’s POV He sure did have a cold shower when we got to his cottage. A cold shower with me against the glass of the shower stall. My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his torso. He was thrusting in and out of me. I was totally enjoying it. Cold water both running down our bodies as back pressed against the glass. I almost fell on the floor when put me down. Luckily, I was able to hold him. My legs were turned to jelly.

I am sure Raj would be affected positively to see me in all three options. Let's see, how will you handle me, Mr husband? Raj's POV It was early March and the water is usually a bit cold in the morning especially, but I turned the settings of my shower faucet to the coldest and opened it. The water was chilled against my heated body and I got an initial shock but I had no choice. The erotic thoughts were coming into my mind, one after the other and I was getting very excited. I took a very cold shower but whatever happened in the room made me so excited that I needed a very very long shower.

Jordan always turns his back on me, leaving me alone in the shadows, where the monsters lurk. I step inside the shower and turn on the cold water. I feel so dirty…. The scent of the guards still clings to my skin, and I want—need—to remove it. Grabbing the soap, I start to wash myself, scrubbing my body hard to the point of pain. But no matter how much soap or water I use, I can still scent them… and it makes me gag. I close my eyes and slide down along the cold tiled wall until I am crouched down, and I hug my legs with my arms, letting the water—now freezing—cascade down my back.

This was torture—pure, unrelenting torture. Throwing the blanket aside, I sat up and glanced down at myself. The heat pooling in my body made it clear: I needed a cold shower. Now. *** The icy water poured down my skin, a shocking contrast to the fire raging inside me. But no matter how cold the water, it couldn’t wash away the thoughts of her. My hands rested against the tiled wall as I lowered my head, the droplets trickling down my face. My breath came in shallow pants as the memories refused to let go.

Close Enough to Touch NEO By the time the sun went down, I stood under the showerhead long after the hot water ran out, letting the cold needles bite my skin until I couldn’t feel anything else. Anything but the photo that still burned behind my eyes—me asleep, throat exposed, someone standing over me close enough to touch. He’d been in my home. In my space. Watching me like I was already his. I turned the water off finally, shivering, and grabbed a towel. Wrapped it tight around my waist like armor that wouldn’t do a damn thing.

She blasted the freezing cold water. "Get in," she ordered. I collapsed onto the wet tile floor of the shower. The freezing water hit my boiling skin. It hissed. A thick cloud of white steam instantly filled the glass box. The sharp cold shocked my nervous system. It bought me a few precious seconds of human clarity. Medora stepped into the shower with me. She didn't care about her clothes. The icy water soaked her oversized sweater instantly. It plastered her dark curls to her pale cheeks. The water washed the dried blood off her hands. It spiraled down the silver drain in a pale pink swirl.

I moaned in pleasure, pushing myself forward so that I had only the tip inside of me before pushing myself backward again, taking another inch. Suddenly, the door burst open, and I raised my head in shock to see Davin standing in front of me with a look of surprise on his face. “What are you doing here?”