14. SOUR DESIRE

ISAAC’S POV After scrubbing the vomit from Snow’s skin and easing her under the warm stream of the shower. I went in to shower. The water beat down on me, rolling over my sore muscles, but it wasn’t enough to wash away the ache clawing through my chest. Or lower. I wanted to wash the thoughts clawing at my mind, but every time I closed my eyes, she was there burned into my memory. Her skin glowing under the dim bathroom light, the softness of her breast against my arm, the sweetness of her skin, her curvy hips and soft ass, her damp hair clinging to her skin. She was everywhere pounding through me like punishment. My cock stirred, swelling until it ached and pulsing. I cursed under my breath, tilting my head back against the tiles, steam curling around me like a taunt. The water wasn’t easing me. It was only making it worse. Fuck. She was in my bed. Naked, except for the pyjama bottoms I’d given her, the shirt I’d buttoned myself over her trembling chest. The thought seared me,