Rivals Redemption

chapter 48 : Unraveling

Tina Diaz

The warmth of the shower enveloped us, a comforting cocoon that contrasted sharply with the chaos of the night. Rowan's presence was like a lifeline, grounding me as he held me close. Every kiss felt electric, igniting something deep inside me, awakening a hunger I hadn't realized had been lying dormant. It was intoxicating.

Rowan's hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging in like he needed me to anchor him just as much as I needed him. With every kiss, every touch, he pulled me deeper into the moment, erasing the remnants of fear and confusion that had haunted me only moments before. I explored his chest with my fingers, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, reveling in the sensation of his body beneath my touch. He was solid and real, and I couldn't get enough.

The steam fogged up the bathroom, creating a dreamy haze that isolated us from everything outside. There was no Liam, no fear-only Rowan. He kissed me again, his lips brushing against my neck, igniting a trail of fire along my skin. A soft gasp escaped my lips, and instead of feeling vulnerable, I felt liberated, empowered by the way he made me feel.

"Tina," he murmured against my skin, his voice deep and rich, sending shivers through me. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

His question brought me back to reality for just a moment, but as I looked into his eyes, dark and full of desire, I knew the answer. I was ready to let him in, ready to embrace whatever this was between us. I nodded, my hands moving to cup his face as I pulled him in for another kiss, deeper and more desperate than before. I craved him. I wanted him.

With a low growl, he pressed closer, his hands roaming over my body as if memorizing every curve, every inch. The sensation was overwhelming, each touch igniting a fire in me that I hadn't expected. My back pressed against the cool tiles, and instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted me effortlessly. The contact sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, and I gasped, my body arching toward him.

His lips found the sensitive spot on my neck, and I could barely hold back a moan as he kissed down my collarbone, trailing heat along my skin. "Rowan..." I breathed, my voice shaky but filled with certainty.

His name seemed to unleash something primal in him. He kissed me fiercely, his hands tightening on my hips, and I could feel his desire radiating off him. Yet, there was restraint in every movement. He was careful, ensuring I felt safe and in control, which only made me want him more. The tension between us built, an unyielding current that threatened to overwhelm me.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes dark with hunger as they roamed my body. His gaze felt like a physical touch, sending heat rushing through me.

"Show me," I whispered, the words escaping my lips before I could stop myself. I craved him, craved this connection, and the thought of him being the one to guide me through this moment was exhilarating.

His lips found mine again, a kiss that was both tender and demanding. I melted against him, losing myself in the taste of him, the way our bodies moved together under the cascading water. His hands explored my curves, fingers brushing against my skin with a reverence that sent sparks dancing along my spine.

As his lips trailed down to my collarbone, I tangled my fingers in his wet hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. He responded to my every movement, his hands gripping me tighter as I guided him to the places that made me gasp, that made my heart race. Every kiss, every caress was a promise, a reminder that I was here, fully present, ready to embrace this moment with him.

The world outside faded into oblivion. There was only Rowan and me-the connection between us undeniable. I could feel him everywhere, his warmth enveloping me, his touch igniting a fire deep within me. I wanted him to explore me, to discover every inch of my skin, and I craved more of his kisses, more of his heat.

As he moved lower, trailing kisses along my collarbone and down my chest, I gasped, my breath hitching as he found the sensitive skin just above my breast. The sensation sent shivers coursing through me, and I couldn't help but arch toward him, wanting more.

"Please, Rowan," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. I wanted him to understand that I needed this connection, this intimacy. I wanted him to know how much I trusted him.

His gaze met mine, and in that moment, I could see everything-the desire, the longing, the unwavering protectiveness that made me feel cherished. He understood. He moved back to my lips, kissing me deeply as his hands slid lower, exploring my thighs, igniting every nerve ending along the way.

I surrendered to the moment, to him, feeling more alive than I had in a long time. Each touch, each kiss sent ripples of pleasure through me, and as he held me against the cool tile, I felt a surge of power course through me. I was no longer just Tina, the girl haunted by her past. I was Tina, the girl who was ready to embrace the future with the man who had shown me what it felt like to be safe.

As the heat between us intensified, I knew this was more than just a fleeting moment. Rowan was more than the guy I fought with or the one who infuriated me to no end. He was my anchor, my protector, and as we lost ourselves in each other, I understood that this night had changed everything.

And for the first time, I felt like I could let go of the past and embrace whatever came next with him by my side.