ISLA’S POV.

My forehead pressed against the cool tile, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps that fogged the surface in front of me.

The warm spray of the shower rolled over my trembling body, but none of it compared to the heat of him, his mouth, his tongue, his hands.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my voice echoing in the small, steamy space as his tongue dragged a slow path from my ass to my cunt, teasing me, tormenting me.

My hands slammed against the wall, fingers splayed wide ...