There was no other word for it. Her bones dissolved. Her carefully constructed walls crumbled. Everything she had been holding onto since she signed that contract and walked into this apartment vanished under the simple pressure of his mouth on hers.
The drain opened between them again. Slower than before. Warmer.
Their Essentia cycled back and forth in a rhythm that felt less like draining and more like breathing.
Rome's hands slid from her face to her shoulders to her waist, pulling her closer under the water.
She went willingly.
His tongue traced the seam of her lips and she opened for him, tasting mint toothpaste and something else that was just Rome. His hands moved lower, cupping her ass, lifting her slightly.
She made a sound into his mouth that might have been a moan.
He swallowed it, kissing her deeper, his body pressing hers back against the cool tile wall.
The contrast between the hot water and the cold marble made her gasp.
