Chapter 5

The afterglow wrapped around us like a warm blanket, but I could feel him growing hard again inside me. He shifted, pulling out slowly, and I whimpered at the loss. "Not done with you yet, princess," he murmured, helping me to my feet. My legs were shaky, my body humming with residual pleasure. He took my hand and led me through the penthouse, past the living room and the kitchen, to a door at the end of the hall. The bathroom was enormous, all white marble and gold fixtures, with a soaking tub that could fit four people. He flicked on a dim light, casting the room in a warm, amber glow. "On the counter," he said, his voice low and commanding. I hoisted myself onto the marble countertop, the cool stone a sharp contrast to my heated skin. He stood between my legs, looking down at me, his hands resting on my bare thighs. "You're incredible," he said, and the sincerity in his voice made my chest ache. "Every part of you. The way you move. The sounds you make. The way you say my name." "Then show me how incredible you think I am," I said, pulling him