Lilith's hands stayed tangled in Ethan's hair, her thighs still locked tight around his waist. Her chest rose and fell against his, slick with sweat and soap, and her breath hitched every few seconds like she was still riding the aftershocks.
But her eyes told a different story.
They weren't tired.
They were hungry.
"You said you're not done?" Ethan asked, his voice low, teasing.
Lilith gave a slow, wicked smile.
"You think that was enough?" she whispered, brushing her lips against his. "I want more. I want all of you."
He kissed her again, this time softer. Slower. But it only lasted a few seconds before she pulled him back, her lips crashing into his with sudden urgency.
Ethan let her kiss him, but as her hands began to wander again, he took hold of her wrists and gently pinned them against the tile.
Lilith's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Oh? Taking control again, are we?"
