Something in her snapped.
Without another word, she turned and stormed out of the washroom, heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. She refused to let him see how much he was getting to her.
Elias got to his feet at once, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
He went after her in seconds, catching her wrist and pulling her back into the washroom.
With her back pressed to his chest, he kissed near her ear, his voice low and teasing. “Now you know what happens when you piss me off?”
Before she could answer, he turned her around and guided her under the shower, switching the water on. Amara’s hands hit the wall as warm water rushed over her instantly.
The sudden shock made her gasp, but she barely had time to react. Elias reached into his pocket and pulled out the remote, pressing it to a higher setting. The soft hum filled the space between them.
Amara’s legs weakened at the sudden intensity, her body overwhelmed by the sensation she couldn’t escape. She pressed her thighs together, trying to steady herself, her breath turning uneven as her eyes fluttered shut.
“Ahhh…” she hissed, his scent surrounding her, making it harder to think clearly.
With a predatory calm, Elias stepped closer, his presence swallowing the space between them as he backed her against the cold tile wall and turned her to face him. His gaze locked onto hers, heavy and unblinking. The way he looked at her—so full of hunger—made her heart race.
Then he lowered himself down in front of her.
His hand slid between her thighs, fingers brushing slowly, teasing her. With a swift motion, he shut off the vibrator, replacing it with the heat of his touch as he traced the edge ofwhat he had already left her feeling overwhelmed and sensitive. His other hand gripped her upper thigh, squeezing just enough to make her shudder.
Amara bit her lip, trying to hold herself together. The tension he had built inside her refused to settle, coiling tighter with every second.
“Do you like this?” Elias’s voice was low, almost teasing, as his fingers tugged at the strap, drawing it away from her slowly.
Amara sucked in a breath, her body tightening at the slow, torturous withdrawal. She was left trembling, aching, her body still carrying the echo of everything he had done to her. Elias watched her closely, fully aware of the effect he had on her.
Her breath came uneven as Elias set everything aside and stood, pulling her toward him again. Before she could react, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her back to the edge of the bathtub. He set her down gently, then knelt before her again, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Look at me,” Elias ordered, his tone firm.
Amara stared upward, trying to resist him, to hold onto whatever control she had left. But Elias wasn’t having it. He caught her chin, forcing her gaze down to meet his. When their eyes locked, the tension between them thickened. Then, without warning, he kissed her—hard, consuming, all dominance and need.
Elias’s grip on her thighs tightened, his nails pressing into her skin as he held her in place.
“Amara, I want to taste you,” he whispered against her lips.
Before she could respond, he parted her legs wider, his head lowering between them. The moment his mouth met her, asharp wave of sensation shot through her, pulling a gasp from her lips.
“Oh… my God,” Amara breathed out, her hands flying to his shoulders, clutching him as her breath hitched. It was overwhelming—electric, consuming—her body quickly losing control under his attention. Every movement of his mouth sent her closer to the edge, drowning her in heat and sensation.
“Mmmmmhhh…” she whimpered, her voice shaking as she felt herself coming undone.
But he didn’t slow. If anything, he became more relentless, drawing her higher and higher until her thoughts scattered. His touch was precise, demanding, like he knew exactly how to break her control piece by piece.
“Elias!” Amara cried out, nails pressing into his back as she pulled him closer, her body trembling. “Please… I need to—”
Her voice broke as the pressure inside her snapped, her body shuddering as release crashed through her without mercy.
“Fuck… Elias… I can’t—”
Her words dissolved into a broken cry as she clung to him, overwhelmed by the force of it. Tears slipped down her face as the intensity swept through her in waves, leaving her shaking and breathless.
And still, Elias didn’t stop right away. He held her through it, prolonging the feeling until her body finally eased, every tremor slowly fading under his hands.
Only then did he look at her—breath heavy, eyes dark with something far from satisfied.