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Just a couple more strokes and I’ll be free. I’ll be emancipated from whatever bullshit feelings I ever had for Ally. Everything we had will soon be washed away down the drain until it’s dissolved into nothing.

If I hadn’t been so consumed with the feel of my hand squeezing this affliction from my cock, I would have known I wasn’t alone. I would have at least sensed movement on the other side of the shower door. I would have felt those cerulean eyes on me, my most vulnerable moments on display through the frosted glass. And I would have anticipated the cool air hitting my bare back as the door slides open behind me.





I BITE BACK the groan on my tongue and open my swollen eyes, but I don’t turn around to face my intruder. I know she’s there, but I can’t let her see me like this—eyes reddened with tears and dick hard and throbbing in my hand. She already sees me as a savage—someone to corrupt her perfect, little existence and replace it with something wild and deviant. Maybe I am. Maybe I really am the villain in this. It wouldn’t be the first time.

The door slides closed, and I sigh with relief and exasperation. She’s seen what she needs to see. She’ll go back to Evan, realizing that her place was with him the entire time. And me… I was just a placeholder.

Warm hands wrap around my waist, and I flinch at the unexpected feel of soft skin, such a contrast from my own. I look down at her delicate hands on my stomach as Ally runs her fingers over my abs. I want to ask her what she’s doing, but I’m too afraid she’ll stop. I just want her to touch me, even if it is a lie.

Her hands sink further, and I jerk when she wraps a palm around my still-hardened length, swollen from lingering on the brink of release. “Ally,” I groan through a sob. I can’t tell if it’s out of pleasure or pain.

“Shhh,” she whispers, her lips on my skin. “Just let me do this. Please.”

She kisses my back as her hand slowly strokes my dick. It pulses wildly under her fingertips, excitement and anticipation running through the rigid veins. Her fingers caress the tip before she twists her wrist and takes it all into her hand, squeezing with perfect pressure. With the warmth of her skin gripping my blistering heat, the slickness of the hot water, and her lips trailing kisses on my back, I’m drowning in sensation.

She feels so good here, touching me, exploring the most intimate parts of me. With her hand still fucking me, her other reaches around to cup my balls. She twists her hand around my dick with each stroke, and then gently pulls with the other. Stroke, pull, stroke, pull. It’s not painful, but the mix of sensations is driving me insane. The rotating grip of her hand on my dick makes me want to come, spurting my seed all over the shower wall. Yet, the gentle pulling at my base forces me to hold back, prolonging the intense pleasure.

I’m fucking astounded.

The need to touch her, to kiss her, becomes overwhelming, and I reluctantly turn around to face her. I watch those eyes grow wide with wonder as she takes in my naked body, my dick standing tall and proud. It brushes the middle of her belly, still covered by her dress, now soaked completely through. It clings to her wet body like a second skin, and her auburn hair sticks haphazardly to her face and neck.

“Justice…” she whispers, her gaze taking in every inch of my frame. Her lips tremble, either from fear or from being wet and cold. “You’re…you’re beautiful.”

I wrap her in my arms, and the moment my lips touch hers, I feel revived. I hadn’t breathed since she walked away from me the night before. I didn’t know I was a dying man until I had her life on me– in me –tasting of hope and forgiveness. She winds her arms around my neck, and my hands make work of stripping off her soaked clothing, eager to feel her skin slipping against mine. I push her up against the shower wall and pull away just long enough to whip her dress over her head. Her bra is next, and the tiny scrap of lace that is her panties, quickly follows.

I know I should go slow and take my time with her; I may not get another chance to kiss an angel again. But with the taste of Ally on my tongue, and her soft, smooth skin pressed against mine, sharing my heat, I can’t even think about stopping now.

Reading my mind, she wraps her leg around my thigh, and we’re right back to where we were nearly 24 hours ago—me between her legs and her ankles locked at my waist. Yet without the barrier of our clothes, my dick slides right against her soft slit. All I have to do is bend my knees a bit and thrust, and I’ll be inside her.

As badly as I want to be buried balls deep within her walls, I want to make this last. I want Ally to remember this moment forever, even if it is a fluke. Even if I never touch heaven again. I want her to remember that I commanded her body like no one else, and gave her what she craves. What she’s never been given before.