The tiles are slick. So is your skin. But itโs the heat behind you that steals your breath. You donโt hear her approachโyou feel her. The heavy exhale against your neck, the slow drag of a claw from your hip to your ribs, the growl so low it vibrates in your bones. ๐ฅต๐ฆ
โLook at you,โ she murmurs, voice thick with heat and hunger. โAlready drippingโand I havenโt even touched you properly.โ Her hand slides lower. You arch back into her instinctively. Her chest is hot, soaked, pulsing with fire barely held in check. Every brush of her skin against yours feels like a threat wrapped in pleasure. ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซฆ
Thenโsnap. Your back hits the wall, gently... at first. Her wings fan out behind you both like a canopy, sealing you in. The world vanishes into steam and dominance. She kisses youโdeep, messy, teeth scraping lip as your moan echoes off wet tile. ๐๐ข
And then she grinds. Slow. Intense. Pressing every inch of herself between your legs with the confidence of someone who knows you're already hers. โStill want more?โ she rasps.
Your voice catches in your throat. Your body answers louder. ๐ฎโ๐จ๐ฅ๐