She looked over her shoulder, blue eyes boring into him. “I want it,” she panted out vehemently. “I want your finger inside me while you’re fucking me.”

Fuuck. He pushed his finger past the tight rim of muscles, and “Oh God, Tobias” fell from her lips as her pussy clamped around his cock. He groaned, fucking her faster with both dick and finger and pushed his other hand lower, rubbing her clit with his palm as he fingered the seam of her pussy, feeling his cock moving in and out of her.

“You feel so fucking good. So tight.”

She clawed at the tile wall, and he moved his fingers back to her clit, quickening his efforts as fire spiked down his spine. She went up on her toes, and with the next thrust, they both lost control, untethered sounds echoing off the walls as they came, hard and loud, until they had nothing left to give. He turned her trembling body in his arms, their hearts hammering out the same frantic beat. Warm water beat down her back, and a full-on war waged in his head.

When their breathing calmed, she tilted her face up, her eyes moving from his face to his necklaces.

“You never take these off, do you?” she asked.

He shook his head.

“Where’d you get them?”

He was just about to shut her down, sever their ties, but decided to give her this small piece of himself. “The silver chain with the silver angel wing was my mother’s.” His mother had worn two of them, and she’d given them to him and his sister about a month before she’d died. So you know I’m always with you, and you’re always with each other. “My grandfather gave me the leather one with the silver circle when I first moved away from home.” I don’t know what it means, but I feel like you’re supposed to have it.

Madigan traced the silver circle with her finger, water droplets beading on her beautiful face. “A circle means so many things. Wholeness, unity, evolution. But yours is connected to leather, which is a symbol of power and protection, and those fit you perfectly. Did you know that silver manifests the main Moon principles? Connectivity, reflection, sensuality. I think you’re all those things, too.”

She blinked up at him through her long lashes, her trusting eyes twisting a knife in his chest. She’s been kissed by the moon and sung to by the stars…don’t be actin’ a fool.

He’d already acted a fool, allowing himself to get lost in her, and she was going to get hurt because of it. It took all his willpower to give her one last kiss and take a step back, reaching for the bodywash. He needed to disengage, to wash off the proof of their connection and switch on a colder attitude, but he longed to bathe her, to caress her skin, and cherish her just this once. To treat her how she deserved to be treated.