Chapter 192: The promise
Augustine gripped Anne’s waist and pulled her into his lap. The water splashed around them as their bodies collided in a heated tangle of longing. His hands roamed her back, fingers digging into her soft skin as if trying to fuse their bodies into one.
Anne gasped, clutching his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around him. There was no hesitation, no holding back. She moved against him, instinctively finding a rhythm, and he responded with a growl.
Their mouths met again, messy, hungry, devouring. Every kiss was more demanding, more intense. Anne’s moans echoed in the air, mixing with the sound of splashing water and his ragged breaths.
Augustine thrust up into her, rougher now, every movement full of need. Her head fell back, lips parted, overwhelmed by the pressure building inside her. He held her hips in a bruising grip, guiding her pace, his own control slipping as the rhythm grew faster, more erratic.
"Anne..." He breathed. "I am close."
Anne looked down at him, her eyes heavy, glossy with emotion, and what she saw in his gaze shattered her—he wasn’t just taking her body. He was claiming her soul.
Their bodies collided again and again, slick with water, the heat between them turning the bath into a storm. Her cries grew louder with each movement, matched by the low, guttural sounds he made.
Anne clawed at his skin, chasing the high that was moments away. Augustine rose to meet her, lifting her with each thrust, water cascading over the edges as their passion spilled beyond the confines of the tub.
She crashed forward, kissing him hard, biting, gasping, letting him feel just how much she belonged to him.