~Becklan's POV~
He didn't wait for me to catch my breath. With one powerful, commanding thrust, Leon slammed deep inside me, the impact making my vision blur for a second.
I let out a sharp, breathless groan, my fingers clawing at the smooth wall for purchase.
Then, he started moving.
The rhythm was relentless and heavy, the sound of the cascading water nearly drowned out by the steady, wet slap of skin against skin.
Leon was unapologetic in his pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, hitting exactly where I needed it most. I could feel the strength in his arms as he pulled me back against him, ensuring there wasn't a millimeter of space between us.
Every time he bottomed out, I felt it in the very core of my being. My moans turned into desperate, rhythmic gasps, my body vibrating with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
The steam rose around us, cloaking us in a private, sweltering world where only the friction of our bodies mattered.
