Their soaked bodies moved with aching friction. Not quite there, but too far gone to stop.
The kiss turned messy.
Wet.
Teeth clashing.
Tongues tangling.
Ella whimpered as his hips pressed against hers in slow, desperate rolls. It wasn't enough. But it was everything.
Adrian groaned into her mouth like her very taste wrecked him. "You drive me insane," he muttered against her lips, voice low and raw.
He held her close to himself, his palms grazing over her curves almost greedily.
Ella could only hold on, nails raking down his back, the ache between her legs growing maddening as his hardened length ground against her, separated only by soaked fabric and tension sharp enough to cut air.
Water rippled violently, matching the storm inside them.
His movements were wild now, hungry and driven. He was not just seeking pleasure but claiming her, over and over again.
