The steam from the shower swirled around you, the air thick with heat and anticipation as Tristan stepped in behind you. His hands found your waist, pulling you against him with a force that made your breath catch.

Without hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours, fierce and demanding. His mouth was warm, tasting of the heat from the shower, and the kiss was frantic, desperate, as if he couldn’t get enough of you. His hands slid down your back, fingers brushing against your damp skin, making you shiver in response.

You parted your lips, allowing him deeper access, and his tongue swept into your mouth, tasting, claiming, as his kiss deepened further. The rhythm of his movements was both urgent and tender, a mix of hunger and longing that made your pulse race. His body pressed closer, his hard chest against yours, the heat of his desire unmistakable as it pushed against you, sending waves of electricity through your own body.

Your hands threaded through his damp hair, pulling him closer, not wanting the kiss to end.

“Tristan…” you whispered, breathless, your body alive with the fire between you.