Claire's POV
I was fucked into oblivion. Louis had long ceased being gentle. He was a beast, primal and extremely dangerous.
The steam hung thick in the air, turning the bathroom into a hazy fortress of raw, adulterated need. Each brutal thrust slammed deep, his thick cock stretching my aching pussy in this bent-over position.
The wet sound of cheeks slapping against his hips echoed louder than the drizzle of water. His hands were on my hips, gripping in punishing marks, slapping and squeezing.
"Fuck… you feel so good like this," he growled, his voice low and ragged. One hand slid up my back, fisting into my wet hair and yanking me back just enough to arch me even further.
His other hand dug harder into my hip, fingers bruising as he used the leverage to pound into me even deeper.
My moans and his groans filled the space, mine had turned into broken cries as the water still cascading slowly, washing away our sins.
