“There’s a voice in Ashley’s head.” Priest fingered me wickedly. “The voice of his father or mother, or perhaps it’s God, telling him to be ashamed for loving a man. So whenever I take him to the ground and bury myself inside him, he fights it. Christ almighty, he loves to fight me.”

Ashley’s mouth parted on a groan, his face taut with strain.

My cunt clenched around Priest’s fingers, pulling tighter, hungrier… Sweet mercy, I needed him. I dug my nails into his thighs, my legs spreading wider, nipples hardening, insides spasming for relief.

Ashley leaned back and stretched an arm along the edge of the bath, supporting his upper body as his other hand worked his lower half. I wanted to see his cock, thick and pulsing, in the grip of his fist. I ached to feel it, to taste it.

“On Ashley’s ship…” I turned my mouth toward Priest, tasting his panting lips. “I watched him touch himself like that. Every night, he stood on his balcony and stroked his cock.”

“He told me.” A smoldering smile burned in Priest’s eyes. “He told me every detail of every interaction you shared, and we’ll do the same with you. We’ll tell you anything you want to know about us. But right now, I need to fuck you.”

Pushing up, he lifted us until he sat upon the top stair, which was level with the surface of the water. As he lowered me back to his lap, he shifted his hips and set his cock against my entrance.

Then he thrust.

I’d never been more grateful for my hearing than in that moment when the sound of his deep, guttural groan of pleasure hit my ears.

He palmed my breasts and moved his hips with a skill that made me want to weep. The sheer ecstasy of having him inside me was incomparable. The thrusting, the stretching, the slap of water, and the glide of heated skin—the man knew how to move inside a woman.

But this went deeper than pleasures of the flesh. The emotional connection fulfilled me beyond the tingling rush of orgasm. I was reunited with my husband, surrounded by his glorious scent, and reawakened by the rumbling, growling noises vibrating in his chest.

He gripped my face and dragged my mouth to his, plundering with lips and tongue. I fell into his kiss, riding his cock, feeding on his masculine beauty and strength, his lips as soft as warm silk, and his taste the flavor of fury.

The kiss was feral as the drive of his hips slammed harder, faster, chasing his release. The water splashed in my periphery, and moments later, a shocking breath of heat smothered the place where we were joined.