Chapter 18 Gods, how can I still want this?
Elara's POV
The hot spray of the shower cascades over us like a warm rain, steam rising in thick, swirling clouds that wrap around our bodies, turning the spacious marble enclosure into a hazy, intimate world of our own. Kael's massive form presses me firmly against the cool tile wall, the contrast of temperatures sending shivers racing across my skin—chilled stone against my back, his fever-hot chest molding to my front, trapping me in a delicious cage of muscle and desire.
Water sluices down his broad shoulders, tracing rivulets over the sculpted planes of his chest and abs, dripping from his dark hair to mingle with the beads on my skin, washing away the remnants of our balcony tryst but igniting fresh sparks wherever it touches. My body, already attuned to his every move, betrays me instantly—the ache in my core flaring anew as his cock, hard and insistent once more, presses against my belly, the veined length throbbing with that unquenchable need our bond seems to amplify.
Gods, how can I still want this? After hours of ecstasy, my pussy clenches greedily at the mere feel of him, slickness gathering between my thighs despite the water, nipples peaking into tight buds that scrape against his chest with every breath. The tension that simmered in the afterglow now builds like steam itself, playful yet potent, a reminder that our flame isn't easily quenched.
Kael's golden eyes lock onto mine through the mist, darkened with that romantic hunger I've come to crave, his lips curving in a wicked, affectionate smile as he leans in, water streaming down his face like tears of passion. "Begging already, my light? So eager to be dirtied under the water—your body's betrayal is my favorite song," he murmurs, his voice a low growl that echoes off the tiles, vibrating straight to my clit. One hand braces against the wall beside my head, caging me further, while the other trails down my side, fingers skating over my hip to cup my ass, squeezing possessively as a shadowy tendril uncoils from his skin, slithering between us to tease my folds with feather-light strokes.
The magic hums softly, amplified by the water—vibrating gently against my entrance, parting me just enough to let the warm spray mingle with my arousal, creating a slick, teasing glide that makes me gasp. "Tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you here—slow and deep like lovers, or hard against the wall like the beasts we are? Use those filthy words, Elara—let me hear how your pussy aches for your Alpha's cock and shadows in this steam."
Heat floods my face—and lower, where I'm growing wetter by the second, my thighs pressing together instinctively but thwarted by his knee nudging them apart, exposing me to the cascading water and his probing tendril. I bite my lip, the peace from moments ago fracturing into that familiar, thrilling tension, my heart pounding as I arch into his touch, breasts heaving with shallow breaths.
"Gods, Kael—fuck me hard against the wall first, claim me like the beast who owns me," I beg, my voice breathy and needy, hands roaming up his chest to clutch his shoulders, nails digging in as the tendril dips inside me shallowly, vibrating in pulsing waves that make my walls clench. "Then slow, deep under the spray—stretch my dripping pussy with your massive cock, fill my ass with your shadows vibrating hard, tease my clit until I'm sobbing your name. I'm so wet already, leaking for you—betraying how much I need you to ruin me again, our bond igniting in every thrust."
His growl turns feral with satisfaction, eyes blazing as he captures my lips in a bruising kiss—tongue invading deep, claiming my mouth with the same dominance he promises for my body, tasting of salt and magic and unending desire. Water pours over us, making our skins slick and slippery, heightening every slide as he lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct, the tile cold against my back as he pins me there. "As you wish, mate—hard and claiming first," he rasps against my neck, fangs grazing the sensitive skin without breaking it, drawing a shiver that races straight to my core.
His cock aligns with my entrance, the broad head nudging my folds before he thrusts in deep—one powerful stroke that fills me completely, stretching my sensitive walls with an exquisite burn amplified by the steam, our magics flaring in a clash of gold and shadow that sends electric sparks dancing along my nerves. I cry out into his mouth, the sound muffled by our kiss, my body arching as he sets a punishing rhythm, hips slamming against mine with wet slaps that echo in the enclosure.
"Yes—fuck, Kael, so deep, owning my pussy with every brutal thrust—harder, make me feel our fire in the steam!" I gasp, breaking the kiss to nip at his earlobe, my heels digging into his ass to pull him closer, tension coiling like a spring as water cascades between us, cooling the heat only to make it burn brighter. Tendrils join the frenzy: one coiling into my ass with insistent vibrations that sync with his cock, double-filling me in a rhythm that borders on overload, another wrapping around my breasts to pinch and pull my nipples rhythmically, drawing beads of milk that mix with the spray, a third slipping between us to vibrate my clit relentlessly.
"Feel that, Elara? Shadows stuffing your tight ass while my cock pounds your cunt—beg for more, tell me how full you feel, how our bond pulses in every hole," he commands, voice rough and strained, one hand gripping my thigh to spread me wider, the other tangling in my wet hair to tilt my head back, exposing my throat for his nipping fangs.
"So full—gods, Kael, your shadows vibrating deep in my ass, cock stretching my pussy wide—pinch my nipples harder, vibrate my clit until I shatter—I'm yours, ruin me in the water, our romance dripping like this spray!" I plead, my body writhing against the tile, hips bucking to meet his thrusts, the steam thickening around us like a veil, muffling my moans but amplifying the sensations—the cool tile, hot water, his scorching skin, magic sparking everywhere.
The pace intensifies, his thrusts turning erratic as tension peaks for us both, my orgasm crashing like a wave—walls pulsing wildly around his cock and tendrils, golden light flaring bright as I scream, "Kael—coming hard, sealing us in steam!" He roars, spilling hot ropes deep inside, overflowing with the water in warm rivulets down my thighs.
But he doesn't stop—true to my plea, he slows seamlessly, carrying me under the main spray, the water pounding down like a massage as he lowers us to the built-in bench, positioning me in his lap facing him, his cock still buried deep. "Now slow and deep, my light—ride me under the cascade, let our flame build eternal," he murmurs, hands guiding my hips in languid rolls, the rhythm sensual and unhurried, each slide dragging his length against my sensitive spots.
Tendrils adapt: one pulsing gently in my ass, another circling my clit in soft vibrations, a third coiling around our joined bodies like a binding vine, heightening the intimacy.
"Like this—oh, gods, Kael, your cock filling me so deep under the water, shadows in my ass pulsing warm—guide my hips, make me grind slow until our fire consumes us," I gasp, my hands on his shoulders for leverage, breasts pressing to his chest as water streams between us, nipples scraping deliciously.
He leans in, capturing a peak in his mouth, sucking gently to draw more milk, his growl vibrating through me. "Taste so sweet, mate—clench around me, beg for shadows to tease you more." "Yes—more vibrations on my clit, suck my nipples harder—I'm dripping around you, our bond eternal in every slow thrust!"
We lose ourselves in variations under the spray: him standing again, lifting me to wrap my legs around him, thrusting slow and deep while water pours over us, tendrils teasing everywhere; me turning to face the wall, bent slightly as he enters from behind, hand reaching around to finger my clit; seated with me reverse in his lap, grinding while shadows fill and vibrate.
Dialogues flow like the water: "Feel our magics merge in the steam, Elara—beg for deeper, for shadows to stretch you wider." "Deeper—yes, Kael, fill me with everything—vibrate harder, make me come slow in your arms!" "Your moans echo so beautifully—tell me how my cock feels sliding in your wet heat." "Like perfection—thick and deep, owning me eternally—pinch me, fuck me, our romance steaming forever!"
The climax builds gently, rippling through us in harmonious waves—my orgasm clenching around him as golden sparks fly, "Kael—yes, forever in the water!" He spills with a groan, filling me anew.
Sated at last, we emerge from the shower, toweling off with lazy touches, his shadows coiling playfully to dry hidden spots. "Rest now, mate—but know our flame waits," he whispers, carrying me to bed.
I smile, curling into him, "Always ready to kindle it, my beast."
And as sleep claims us, our bond hums—light and shadow, eternal.