Chapter 93 MY STEPSON WANTS ME PART 16

Chapter 93 MY STEPSON WANTS ME PART 16
Marie’s POV
That sound made my insides clench with heat. My own body was trembling, my thighs pressed together because the need between them was unbearable. I could feel my wetness gushing down my legs, and I wanted him inside me so badly, but I still didn’t stop. I sucked harder, letting him hit the back of my throat, tears pricking the corners of my eyes from the stretch, but the look on his face kept me there.
His head tipped back against the shower wall, his blue eyes squeezing shut as water dripped down his sharp jaw and neck. His chest rose and fell too quickly, his abs tightening with every thrust. His breathing turned harsh, uneven, and I knew he was close.
He twitched in my mouth, his whole body stiffening as a raw groan tore from his lips. The sound was so deep, so desperate, that it made me moan around him. Then it happened—he exploded in my mouth, hot and thick, spilling onto my tongue in strong pulses. The force of it surprised me, but I swallowed fast, gulping him down as more kept coming. The taste was strong, foreign, but I didn’t let a drop go to waste.
His hand trembled in my hair as he held me there, his muscles flexing while I kept sucking him through every wave of his release. I stayed with him until his body finally relaxed, until the last twitch faded, and only then did I slowly pull back, my lips slipping free of him with a soft sound.
I sat there on my knees, gasping for air, my lips swollen and my chin wet with water and him. My chest rose and fell too fast, and my whole body shivered—not from the cold, but from the storm he had just let loose inside me.
When I looked up at him, his eyes were already on me, still dark, still burning, but softer now too. He looked wrecked, undone, like I had just taken something out of him no one else ever had. That look alone made my heart skip, made guilt and desire crash inside me all at once.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice rough and hoarse. His thumb brushed over my wet bottom lip, slow and tender, almost reverent. “You’re… incredible.”
The way he said it made my chest ache, and even though I knew what we were doing was wrong, all I could think about was how much I wanted him to kiss me, to take me, to never let this moment end.
He reached down and helped me up, his big hands sliding over my arms, steadying me as if he knew my legs were weak. My chest was still rising and falling too fast, and the shower water ran between us, hot and heavy, making everything feel even more intense. As soon as I was standing, his lips crashed against mine.
The kiss stole the little breath I had left. It wasn’t soft or hesitant—it was fierce, full of a desire that made my stomach flip. His lips were hot and demanding, and I melted into him, clutching his shoulders for balance as the water ran over his strong back. My lips parted, letting him in, and when his tongue slid against mine, I moaned softly, my whole body trembling.
The cold tiles pressed into my shoulders as he pushed me back against the wall. The contrast of the chilled ceramic and his heated chest made me gasp, and he swallowed that sound greedily, kissing me even harder. Every movement of his mouth was rough, desperate, but beneath it I felt something else too—something like hunger mixed with need, like he had been starving for this moment and couldn’t hold back anymore.
His wet chest pressed firmly against me, and I could feel the lines of his muscles against my softer body. My fingers dug into him, sliding over the slick skin of his back, clinging as if I would fall without him. I tilted my head back, letting him deepen the kiss, and my heart thudded wildly as he tasted me like he never wanted to stop.
Then he moved, so fast it made me gasp. He spun me around, my palms instinctively pressing against the slippery wall to steady myself. The cool tiles kissed my flushed skin, water dripping down and sliding over my arms. My back arched when I felt him press against me, his chest warm and solid at my back, his breath brushing hot against the side of my face.
That was when I felt it—his hard length pressing against me from behind, strong and unmistakable. My eyes flew wide in shock. My breath hitched, my chest tightening as I turned my head slightly, trying to glance back at him.
“You’re… you’re hard again already?” I whispered, my voice shaky, half disbelief and half something else—something that trembled with both fear and excitement.
His chuckle rumbled low in my ear, the sound dark and amused, and it sent a shiver all the way down my spine. He leaned closer, his lips brushing my damp skin as he spoke in that deep, husky voice that made my knees weak.
“What can I say?” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “You do that to me.”
Goosebumps rose over my skin despite the steam. My forehead pressed against the wall, my eyes fluttering closed as his words echoed in my head. Guilt clawed at me faintly, whispering that this was wrong, but his body against mine made that guilt feel far away, almost like a dream I didn’t want to remember.
He moved his hips slightly, pressing his hardness more firmly against me, and a broken sound escaped my throat before I could stop it. My palms pressed harder to the wall, my body trembling as heat rushed between my thighs. His hands slid slowly down my arms, then around my waist, holding me tighter against him.
I tried to breathe, but my breaths came too fast, shallow and shaky. All I could feel was him—his heat, his strength, the way his mouth brushed over the back of my neck as if he was worshipping me.
And when he kissed just below my ear, whispering, “I’m not done with you yet,” I knew I was too far gone to turn back.
He grabbed my waist tighter, his fingers digging into my damp skin as if he needed to anchor me in place. My breath hitched, my chest pressing into the slick tiles of the wall. The water poured down over us, steaming hot, but the heat of his body behind me felt even hotter. His mouth brushed my ear, and when his voice came, it was low and commanding, a sound that made my knees weaken instantly.
“Spread your legs,” he whispered, not asking but ordering.