“Let’s get you properly soaked, then,” he growled, dropping to his knees, pulling me down with him onto the damp, cold floor. His mouth descended. My eyes flew open as he latched onto one of my nipples, sucking hard, pulling me deep into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the rigid peak. A fierce, almost painful pleasure ripped through me. I arched my back, moaning, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He bit gently, teasingly, making me gasp and writhe under him.

Then, his mouth moved lower. Over my stomach, tasting the dampness. His tongue traced a path down my belly, lingering at my navel, before finally...