His strokes were faster, rougher, his fist sliding wetly along his cock, his abs flexing with every motion. His hips jerked forward, splashing the water around him, and his jaw clenched as deep, raw groans spilled from his mouth. He was beautiful and frightening, his golden eyes half-shut, his muscles shining under the moonlight as his hand worked himself mercilessly.

The sight of him like that—the raw power in his body, the sound of his voice, the desperation on his face—made my whole body ache with need.

The heat inside me coiled tighter and tighter, like a rope pulling me to the edge. My thighs shook uncontrollably, my toes curling...