Along her jaw. Behind her ear, where he knew she was ticklish and sensitive and absolutely lethal when she moaned there.
"I thought—" Sierra's breath fractured. "I thought this was a bath."
"It is."
"This feels suspiciously like round ten."
"You're being cleaned. Very, very thoroughly."
"Phei—ah~"
His hand had slipped lower, fingers gliding between her thighs, finding her already hot and swollen and dripping again despite the water.
Her cunt lips were puffy, tender, still flushed dark from hours of abuse, and the moment his fingertips brushed her clit she jolted like he'd shocked her.
"Sore?" he murmured against her ear, nipping the lobe.
"A little." Her voice cracked. "But—don't stop. Please don't fucking stop."
He turned her in the water with zero effort, pulling her to straddle him properly.
