He changed his angle slightly, and the next thrust hit a spot deep inside that made her vision white out. Her inner muscles clenched around him, a fierce, involuntary spasm. "God, right there! Don't stop!"
"I'm not stopping until I've emptied myself inside you," he vowed, his pace becoming even more frantic, more possessive. His other hand fisted in her wet hair, pulling her head back, arching her throat. He mouthed at the sensitive skin, sucking a bruise into the column of her neck as he pistoned into her. "You'll feel me for days. You'll sit at your desk and remember how I took you."
His words, filthy and true, pushed her closer to the edge. The coil in her belly tightened beyond bearing. The rough pad of his thumb on her clit, the relentless deep stroking, the savage grip in her hair—it was too much. Her orgasm detonated, a silent, seismic shock that then ripped through her with a violent, shuddering force. She screamed, a raw, broken sound lost in the shower's roar, her body convulsing around his driving length.
Feeling her climax milk him, Manik lost the last shreds of his control. With a final, guttural roar that was more animal than man, he buried himself to the hilt and held there, his body rigid as his own release tore through him. He pulsed inside her, hot and endless, claiming her, marking her from the inside as the water tried to wash the evidence away.
They stayed locked together, both trembling, panting, as the water began to cool. Slowly, he softened and slipped from her, his hands gentling on her hips. He turned her around, his gaze fierce and satisfied. She was limp, boneless, her eyes glazed. He cradled her face, kissing her deeply, tasting the water and exhaustion on her lips.
"The water's getting cold," he murmured against her mouth, his voice hoarse.
"I don't care," she whispered back, her arms sliding around his neck, holding on as if she'd float away.