The shower spray still pounded against their slick skin like a relentless drumbeat, steam curling around them in lazy wisps, but the world had narrowed to just this: two bodies pressed too close, breaths mingling in ragged pants, hearts slamming like war drums. Tae turned in Kook’s arms slow, deliberate, her wet tits sliding against his soaked chest, nipples dragging trails of fire across his tattooed pecs. Water streamed down her curves, tracing the valley between her heavy breasts, dripping off the pink peaks like obscene tears. Her hazel eyes locked on his—dark, feral, pupils blown wide with the kind of hunger that devoured souls.