Water rolled down his body, tracing the deep grooves of his chest, his abs, the power in his thighs. He moved slowly, towering over her, steam rising from his skin like breath.

Lily turned.

Her gaze fell low.

His cock hung between his legs, thick and full, not yet hard--but full of threat. Of promise. It swung slightly as he stepped, heavy with potential, veins slick with water.

She swallowed. Her pulse roared in her ears.

Then he reached for the water, dipping his hands, starting to wash himself.

Something twisted in her chest.

No.

Not this.

Not today.

"Let me," she said softly.

He paused.

His eyes found hers--dark,...