Chapter 26: The Shower Claim
The morning light slips through the curtains, pale and quiet, but when I reach across the bed, the sheets are already cool. I blink, my eyes adjusting, and find the bathroom door ajar, steam curling into the hallway like a summons.
I'm on my feet before I'm fully awake, my cock already half-hard at the thought of her naked under the spray. The tile is cool under my bare feet, the air thick with heat and the scent of her shampoo. Through the frosted glass of the shower door, I see her silhouette, the curve of her back, the way she tilts her head back to wet her hair.
I slide the door open. The water scalds my skin as I step in, but I don't flinch. She turns, water streaming down her face, her eyes widening with a smile that makes my chest ache.
"Couldn't sleep without me?" she teases, her voice soft over the hiss of the shower.
I don't answer with words. I press her against the cool tile, my body caging hers, the contrast of hot water and cold stone making her gasp. My hand finds her thigh, lifting it, hooking her leg around my hip. She's already slick, already ready, and when I slide into her with a single deep thrust, she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"God, Cheol—"
I set a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust measured, my forehead pressed against hers. The water pounds down on us, a drumbeat that matches my heart. I watch her face, the way her lips part, the way her eyes flutter shut, the way she bites down on her lower lip to stifle a moan.
"Look at me," I growl, and she obeys, her brown eyes hazy with pleasure.
"I'm not sharing you anymore," I say, the words low and rough, more promise than threat. "Do you understand me?"
She nods, her breath hitching as I grind into her, hitting that spot that makes her whole body tremble. "Yes. Yes, I understand."
"No more games where they touch you." I pull back, almost all the way out, then slam back in, making her cry out. "No more dice deciding who gets to taste you. You're mine, Joan."
"I'm yours," she gasps, her fingers tangling in my wet hair, pulling me closer. "I've always been yours."
The confession undoes me. I fuck her harder, the slow deliberation giving way to a desperate, primal need. The tile digs into her back, but she doesn't seem to care, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, pulling me deeper.
"Fuck," she pants, her voice breaking. "Cheol, I'm so close."
"Come for me," I command, my hand sliding between us, my thumb finding her clit, circling it with ruthless precision. "Come on my cock, and don't you dare close your eyes."
She comes with a scream, her body convulsing around me, her inner walls clenching so tight I see stars. I follow seconds later, my release flooding her, hot and deep, my groan swallowed by the water.
We stay like that for a long moment, panting, our foreheads pressed together, the only sound the water and our ragged breath. I pull out slowly, and she slides down the tile, her legs too weak to hold her. I catch her, holding her against me.
Then I look down.
My cum swirls between her thighs, mixing with the water, spiraling toward the drain. I watch it disappear, a strange finality settling in my chest.
I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes. "I mean it, Joan." My voice is steady, unwavering. "From now on, it's just me. No more games. No more sharing. You're mine, and I'm not letting anyone else have you."
She stares at me, something flickering in her eyes. Awe, maybe. Or fear. Or joy. I can't tell, and I don't care. I meant every word.
She swallows, then reaches up, cupping my jaw. "I know you do," she whispers. "And I'm yours. Completely."
I kiss her then, slow and deep, a seal on my claim. The water washes over us, clean and hot, but I feel her shiver against me.
"We should finish getting ready," she murmurs against my lips.
"Or we could stay here," I counter, my hands sliding down her slick skin, finding her ass, squeezing. "I'm not done with you."
She laughs, the sound bright and warm, cutting through the steam. "You're insatiable."
"You have no idea." I kiss her again, and then one of my hands drops lower, finding the spot between her thighs that still twitches from my release.