We were soon both naked, his kisses coming with more urgency than the thunderstorm outside, his arms rubbing me into his arms so hard that my breasts ached from his squeezing.

I didn't know what was wrong with him, I always felt he wasn't in the right state.

The hot water washed over me and his hands landed on every part of my body, wanton, eager, and wild.

He scooped me up and placed me on the sink, reversing the direction of the spray and continuing to wash over us, his lips working their way down my collarbone, and I couldn't help but tilt my head up, my nails digging...