Chapter 13: Don’t Call Me That
Matthew
Sarah gasps into my mouth, her fingers curling against my slick skin as I press my body against hers. The water beats down on us, hot and relentless, but it's nothing compared to the heat of this moment.
For a moment, I forget everything—the tension, the anger, the uncertainty.
I had lost control again.
My hands slide down her body, gripping her hips as I deepen the kiss. I can feel her responding, her mouth opening under mine, her tongue brushing against my lips. It's intoxicating, the way she melts into me.
Despite how much I hate her, I can't seem to think straight when I touch her like this. I remember how it felt when I had her wrapped around my cock the other night, and the memory was fresh enough to drive me into this...madness.
Sarah's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes wide and dark with desire. "Matthew..." she whispers, her voice trembling.
"Don't talk," I growl. I place both of my hands under her thighs and lift her up effortlessly. She is a slight little thing, light as a feather, as she wraps her legs around my waist.
So eager for me to have her even though I treat her like shit, I think distastefully.
I pin her against the shower wall, my hips grinding into hers as the water cascades over us. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as she arches into me. I can feel her desperation, her need, and it fuels the dark hunger inside me.
"Needy little thing, aren't you?" I rasp against her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe.