The sound of water echoed off the tile walls, steam curling in the warm air. You were already under the spray, letting it cascade over your skin, when the door creaked open. Kylian stepped inside, sweat still clinging to his body from his workout, muscles glistening even before the water hit him.

His eyes found you instantly—your back to him, slick with water, his shirt clinging to your skin before you peeled it off and tossed it out of the shower.

He didn’t say a word. Just stepped in behind you, all slow and deliberate. You could feel the heat from his body before he even touched you.

“Didn’t think you’d start without me,” he murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker, his French accent curling around the words. His hand came to rest on your hip, possessive and teasing. “Naughty girl.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but the words stuck in your throat when he leaned in and kissed the back of your neck. His lips were soft, but the grip on your waist tightened, pulling you back against him.

“Always so good,” he murmured low, breath hot on your skin. “But right now? You’re testing me, ma belle.”

You swallowed hard, refusing to give in too quickly—but he knew that game too well. His other hand slid slowly up your stomach, over your ribs, brushing just below your chest.

“Kylian…” you whispered.

“Shhh,” he said, nudging your chin so you had to tilt your head back and look up at him. “You gonna be quiet for me this time?” His tone was mocking, sweet and sinful. “Last time the neighbors almost called the concierge.”

You narrowed your eyes, but you were already trembling under his hands. He smirked, loving the push and pull.

“Tu veux jouer? Let’s play.”

He pinned you lightly against the tile, pressing his body to yours. Not hurting—never hurting—but letting you feel every inch of him, how hard he was from just looking at you.

His lips brushed your ear. “I want to hear how good it feels… but only for me. Not for anyone else.”

His hand slid down your thigh, teasing between your legs without touching where you wanted him most. You squirmed, biting your lip to stay quiet, but your body betrayed you. Your breath hitched. Your back arched.

“C’est ça,” he whispered. “You want more?”

You nodded, barely breathing.

“Beg,” he said softly, teasing, dark eyes locked on yours.