Augustine gripped Anne's waist and pulled her into his lap. The water splashed around them as their bodies collided in a heated tangle of longing. His hands roamed her back, fingers digging into her soft skin as if trying to fuse their bodies into one.
Anne gasped, clutching his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around him. There was no hesitation, no holding back. She moved against him, instinctively finding a rhythm, and he responded with a growl.
Their mouths met again, messy, hungry, devouring. Every kiss was more demanding, more intense. Anne's moans echoed in the air, mixing with the sound of splashing water and his ragged breaths.
Augustine thrust up into her, rougher now, every movement full of need. Her head fell back, lips parted, overwhelmed by the pressure building inside her. He held her hips in a bruising grip, guiding her pace, his own control slipping as the rhythm grew faster, more erratic.
"Anne…" He breathed. "I am close."
