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as it flared into her hips, lifting her ass until she was pressed against every inch of his rigid manhood.
    Their bodies were wet and slippery, the sensation erotic and sensual as his tongue invaded her mouth, his slick hardness a tortuous contrast to the softness of her own body. She ached for him, and the beating between her legs grew to a fever pitch as his satin tip pressed against her belly. She knew exactly how he would feel driving into her, knew that it was the only answer to the question pulsing in her wet heat.
    She moved her hands over his chest, pinching his nipples until he gasped, then continued down to his chiseled abs. He was breathing fast, his cock pushing against her stomach by the time she wrapped her fingers around him.
    He took her face in his hands. “Why did you have to come back?”
    She wasn’t insulted. There was so much pain in the words. She understood him perfectly; they’d gotten used to the torture of being apart. How would they do it now that they had been forced to remember? How could they deny everything they felt, chalk it up to the heat of the moment, to extraordinary circumstances, when the proof was the inferno building between them?
    “I don’t know how I stayed away,” she murmured.
    He lowered his head, groaning into her mouth while she stroked him. He got bigger and harder, and her own arousal grew as her body begged for him to fill her. Finally he moved her hand away and guided her to the wall of the shower. He took their kiss deeper, his tongue pillaging her mouth in a way that was too reminiscent of the way he took command of her body when he was fucking her. An explosion was building deep inside the folds of her sex, the orgasm teasing her with its promise. He turned her around, placing her hands on the shower wall.
    “Don’t move,” he ordered, his voice gruff.
    He disappeared, then moved behind her, his tip brushing against her ass.
    She pressed back into him, out of her mind with need. There was nothing but him, his hands on her hips, his muscled thighs behind hers as he positioned the head of his shaft at her entrance, his cock poised to push inside her.
    “Nico, please… Now…”
    She was deep in the abyss of her desire for him, the place where nothing else existed and nothing else matters but feeling him complete her. He leaned over her back, his mouth at her ear.
    “Now?”
    She rotated her hips against him. “Yes… I can’t… I can’t stand it. I need you.”
    He growled, and a moment later he was inside of her with one, deep thrust.
    The water spilled over her back as he took her. There was nothing tender about it. This was about urgency, about ownership. He took her with a savagery that stole her breath, holding her hips and bringing her body back to meet his thrusts until she cried out with the pleasure-pain of it. She didn’t want it to stop—ever— and she opened herself to him, wanting him deeper, harder.
    He reached around her body and rubbed his thumb against her clit, and her body blossomed like a long dead flower in spring.
    “Come for me, baby.”
    The words sparked the fire in her pussy, and she felt herself closing in on the top of the peak that was never far when Nico was inside of her.
    She looked over her shoulder at him. “Come with me.”
    He groaned as he buried himself inside her, the tip of his shaft hitting the most secret part of her body as his fingers worked in concert to bring her closer to climax, the edge of the universe in sight. Then she was over it, flying through the abyss, breaking apart like an ancient star while the orgasm rocked through her body and Nico shuddered with an anguished growl.
    She lay limp against the shower wall, barely able to hold herself upright while Nico panted behind her, his hands still on her hips. He left kisses in the water streaming down her back, then turned her around, ferociously plundering her mouth like he needed to prove to himself that she was real.
    When they’d both caught their