Chapter 94

Shea's words hung in the air, a promise of what was to come. Her eyes, dark with desire, locked onto Achilles's as she sank to her knees in front of him. The water from the showerhead streamed over her, plastering her hair to her scalp and making her skin glisten.

Achilles watched her, his gaze intense and filled with anticipation. He reached out to brush a damp strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. The steam that enveloped them seemed to heighten every sensation, every touch.

With a determined gaze, Shea wrapped her fingers around the base of Achilles's shaft. Her touch was firm yet gentle, and he couldn't suppress the sharp intake of breath as she began to stroke him. She watched his reactions closely, taking pleasure in the way his body responded to her touch.

She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the bead of moisture that had gathered at the tip of his cock. Achilles's hips jerked involuntarily at the contact, and a low groan escaped his lips. Encouraged by his response, Shea took him into her mouth, her lips forming a tight seal around his girth.

The sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him was almost too much to bear. Achilles's fingers threaded through her hair, not to guide her but to simply feel the connection between them. Shea's head bobbed up and down, her movements steady and rhythmic.

As she sucked, she used her other hand to cup his balls, massaging them gently. Achilles's breath came in ragged gasps as she expertly worked him, her tongue swirling around his shaft with each downward stroke.

Then, with a boldness that took his breath away, Shea took his balls into her mouth, one by one, sucking lightly as her hand continued to pump his cock. The dual sensations were exquisite, and Achilles could feel himself teetering on the brink of release.

He looked down at her, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight of Shea, on her knees before him, her lips stretched around his balls, was nearly his undoing. Her eyes met his, and in that moment, there was nothing in the world but the two of them, lost in a dance as old as time itself.

Achilles's body tensed, every muscle straining as he fought to maintain control. But Shea was relentless, her mouth and hand working in perfect harmony to push him closer and closer to the edge.

With a final, strangled cry, Achilles surrendered to the pleasure that Shea had so expertly coaxed from him. His body shuddered as he came, his release flooding her mouth. Shea swallowed reflexively, her eyes never leaving his as she milked him dry.

As the last waves of his orgasm subsided, Shea released him from her mouth. She sat back on her heels, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Achilles reached down to help her to her feet, pulling her into a tender embrace.

Catching her breath against the slick tiles of the shower, Shea's gaze drifted down to the object of her desire, still impressively hard despite the intensity of his recent release. A playful smirk danced across her lips as she reached out, her fingers tracing the length of Achilles's cock before delivering a gentle slap to its considerable girth.

"I know you're not done," she purred, her voice low and teasing. Achilles's piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, the heat within them threatening to reignite the flames that had only just begun to simmer down.

"Is that so?" Achilles replied, his tone laced with amusement as he watched her through the veil of steam that enveloped them. He stepped closer, his body crowding hers against the shower wall, the water cascading over their entwined forms like a warm, tropical rain.

Shea's heart raced as she felt the heady mix of vulnerability and power that came from being with Achilles this way. She knew he could snap at any moment, revert to the untamed werewolf that lurked just beneath the surface, but she also knew he would never hurt her. It was a thrilling dichotomy that only served to stoke the fire that burned within her.

Their lips met in a fervent kiss, a clash of teeth and tongues that left them both panting for more. Shea could feel Achilles's arousal pressing against her stomach, a tangible reminder of his need for her—a need that matched her own with an intensity that was both exhilarating and a little bit frightening.

Achilles's hands roamed over Shea's body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that belied the raw lust that simmered just beneath his skin. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks as she arched into his touch with a breathy moan.

With a swift, fluid motion, Achilles spun Shea around to face the wall, her palms slapping against the wet tiles as she braced herself for what was to come. She could feel the heat of his body against her back, his erection nestled snugly in the cleft of her ass.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "You have no idea what you do to me, Shea." His voice was a husky growl that sent shivers down her spine, despite the warmth of the shower.

Achilles reached around to grasp her hips, pulling them back towards him as he positioned himself at her entrance. The tease of his cock against her slick folds was almost unbearable, the anticipation building with each torturous second.

Shea pushed back against him, a silent plea for more. With a low chuckle, Achilles acquiesced, the head of his cock slowly parting her lips as he began to ease himself inside her. The sensation of being filled so completely by him was overwhelming, and Shea let out a gasp of pleasure as her body stretched to accommodate his girth.

Inch by inch, Achilles worked himself into her, his restraint evident in the trembling of his muscles and the ragged cadence of his breathing. When at last he was fully seated within her, they both paused, savoring the exquisite connection that bound them together in this moment.

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Achilles began to thrust, his hips moving in a rhythm that stoked the flames of their desire ever higher.