Bath 2 [M]

I rise from the water, Noelle still wrapped around me, his legs gripping my waist as if he's clinging to life itself. The heat between us is unbearable, thick with desire and unspoken need. My muscles burn with the weight of him, but I don't care. I feel nothing but the searing heat of our skin pressed together and the anticipation of what comes next.

Without a second thought, I carry him to the nearest wall, water dripping off both of us in heavy rivulets. His breath is warm against my neck, and I can feel his heartbeat quickening with every step I take. When I finally set him down, his feet barely touch the floor before I'm commanding him in a voice I barely recognize.

"Face the wall."

Normally, Noelle would give me hell for talking to him like that, but not now. In this moment, he loves it. He thrives on the authority, on the demand in my tone. His green eyes flash with excitement, and he eagerly turns, placing his hands against the wall to brace himself.