𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅

chapter seventy-six

Emriana

"Zander!" I squealed as he slammed me against the shower wall in a swift movement. He caught my lips with his hungry ones, moving against me like he had been craving this exact moment forever. His calloused palm cupped the side of my face, removing any space that could exist between our two souls. His other arm snaked around my waist, bringing me closer into his warm embrace like I was his own personal addiction.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," his husky voice rasped against my lips. My heart pounded against my chest as I smiled into the kiss, squeezing his biceps.

The soothing feeling of the warm water flowing down our clothed bodies felt amazing as he held me against him. He ran his fingers into my hair, keeping them away from my face so nothing could stand between us.

A low attractive groan slipped from his lips when I slowly bit his, our tongues entangling with each other in a beautiful dance. Our bruised lips stayed connected against one another as my trembling hands roamed the hard surface of his chest, gripping the muscles and therefore trying to bring him closer to me. I couldn't get enough of him.

My body was flushed against his, but somehow that wasn't enough. Zander pushed me off the wall just enough to allow his hands to reach behind me, fumbling with the laces of my dress. It only took a few seconds before the dress loosened and dropped to the floor.

I squeaked when he lifted me out of it before kicking it to the corner of the shower with a grunt.

"So brutal, your Highness," I laughed.

"I hate clothes on you," I blushed as he stepped back from me while I stayed standing there with my back against the wall. His hooded grey eyes devoured every inch of me so slowly I began to squirm under his gaze.

"You're fucking irresistible, like a damn temptress,"

It only took me less than a fraction of a second before I reached him as I gripped each side of his face, kissing him with everything I had. I moaned against him, allowing myself to let go of any insecurities I had as the man in front of me made me feel like a goddess.

His usual rough and violent manner was counterbalanced by a gentleness I now craved with every breath I took. I only pulled away from his enticing soft lips when I couldn't hold my breath anymore.

"I could say the same thing about you," I whisper against him, his fingers running circles into the side of my hips as we gaze at each other for I don't know how long. I reached for his soaked undershirt and began to pull it off. He helped me, slipping the dirty fabric over his head, revealing the mountain of chiseled muscles underneath I couldn't get enough of.

"I think I like you better without clothes, too," I blushed at my own words, not really sure where this sudden boldness came from. I hesitantly lifted my eyes to meet his, finding his mesmerizing grey eyes already on me.

There was something in his gaze, something I had perhaps never paid attention to before or noticed, but it was there today. A softness, maybe. It was hard to tell. His fingers almost trembled as they hesitantly reached for my face, as if he wasn't allowed. I shivered when they brazed my skin, my body reacting to his touch so quickly.

My gaze shifted to his beautiful lips when he opened them to say something, but he closed them right afterward. I pushed his shoulder down, making him sit on the ground with me. I crawled above him, and his beautiful grey eyes stayed locked on mine. With both knees on either side of him, I leaned down until I caught his lips. He gripped the back of my head, pulling me into the kiss as I moved against him, trying to tell him things words couldn't express.