Matthew
Sarah gasps into my mouth, her fingers curling against my slick skin as I press my body against hers. The water beats down on us, hot and relentless, but it's nothing compared to the heat of this moment.
For a moment, I forget everything—the tension, the anger, the uncertainty.
I had lost control again.
My hands slide down her body, gripping her hips as I deepen the kiss. I can feel her responding, her mouth opening under mine, her tongue brushing against my lips. It's intoxicating, the way she melts into me.
Despite how much I hate her, I can't seem to think straight when I touch her like this. I remember how it felt when I had her wrapped around my cock the other night, and the memory was fresh enough to drive me into this…madness.
Sarah's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes wide and dark with desire. "Matthew…" she whispers, her voice trembling.
