A shiver erupted through Aila's body from the touch of Damon's hands and the closeness of his body to hers. She glanced back at his reflection in the mirror and even now was still in awe that this man was her mate. She started undoing her jeans with her gaze locked with his and slowly pulled them down, revealing her thong. Damon's gaze darkened again as he broke his eyes away from hers and looked down at her body, stepping back with appreciation filling his features.

Once she threw her dirty jeans to the side, Damon turned her around to face him, and as though on cue, she slowly pulled his shirt off and slung it to the ground. Her gaze went to his chiselled chest, and she couldn't resist but leave a few kisses on his pecs and trailing her lips down the ripples of his abdominal muscles. Aila felt him inhale sharply as she began undoing his button to his jeans.

"Aila, if you want to sleep any time soon, I'd get back up here and turn the shower on," Damon's husky voice growled; she raised herself back up, and his hands went on her bum, squeezing roughly as his face looked pained at letting her go. Aila smiled and sauntered over to the walk-in shower, and turned the faucet on.

She stripped her thong off and threw it at Damon's chest with a come-hither smile; a low growl rippled through his taut chest as he stalked towards her. Aila bit her lip and stepped back until she was under the waterfall shower head, the warm water pounding down on her head and shoulders like a masseuse beating away the knots in her muscles.

Aila looked him up and down, causing him to stop for her to appreciate the view; her eyes lingered just a fraction too long on a certain hardened muscle between his legs. She unconsciously licked her lips and looked back into Damon's swirling molten silver eyes.

A smirk twitched on his lips, "Hmm, I think you are just using me for my body, Aila."

Aila burst into a giggle as he smoothly backed her into the cool black marble wall, his hands placed by the sides of her head, caging her in.

"Alpha Damon, I think that's what you want me to do," She replied playfully as her hand trailed down slowly towards his lower region. Just as her finger touched the tip of his shaft, Damon snatched her hand away and kissed it to soften the blow of his harsh action. His eyes were now cast down at the blood coating the water towards the drain. It was the blood from her hair. Taking a deep breath in, he stepped back.

"Come," He commanded softly. Aila automatically stepped forwards; her lips were set in a pout at following orders instead of what she planned on doing. Damon smiled at her annoyance and clasped her face in his hands while water sprayed down them both. His hair clung to his face and neck, droplets sticking to his long lashes as trickles of water ran down his stubble, showcasing his sharp features.

"Let me take care of you, Angel. You've had a long night," He spoke softly; Aila's eyes widened slightly from his sweet words as he reached out to a shampoo bottle on the side. One, that was 'coincidentally' her favourite brand.

"Turn around," His baritone voice alone made her core clench. Aila spun around, facing away from him and felt his large fingers slowly lather the shampoo into her head. She closed her eyes to the feel of his fingers and unconsciously started moving her head to the areas that felt amazing. Damon's fingers were magical, massaging the top of her head. So magical that a small moan escaped her lips.

Damon chuckled as he released her from his spell and began putting the shampoo through the tips at her waist. When he was done and let the water wash away the lather in her hair, he began massaging her neck and shoulders, making her head slowly lean down, letting out a small, "ohhhh", "ahhhhh".

What did she do to deserve this!? If he continues, she will surely fall asleep right then and there.

Damon released her from his massage and began applying the conditioner. When that washed away with the help of his hand softly raking through the rest of her hair, he grabbed her hips, spinning her back around. Aila opened her eyes again and looked up at him through her lashes; she could see his eyes gleaming with amusement, his lips curling into a small smile. While Aila continued to stare into his eyes, Damon squirted some soap in his hands.

Aila was so consumed with the swirling molten that began glowing into two luminous orbs that she was not paying attention to Damon's activities. She gasped when she felt his hands touch her chest and lower down. Her eyes widened as they softly and excruciatingly slowly rubbed her plump breasts; his thumbs rotated around her pink buds, making her groan and flop her head back.

But he stopped with his tease and softly caressed her stomach and kneaded her waist before bringing his hand lower to her core. Her lips parted, and she met his eyes again, watching his darken as his whole hand began rubbing her up and down slowly, but again, he moved on too quickly. Aila bit her lip in frustration while Damon began washing her inner thighs and caressing each cheek of her bum slowly before going down and cleaning her feet. Aila's eyebrows raised at the notion; she didn't think he'd actually wash her properly.

Her stomach warmed at the sight of him bent down washing her feet; he looked up and met her gaze, that made her core heat and dampen. Damon stood back up and turned her around again by the hips. She made a small yelp at the swift action before groaning again from his hands, kneading into her back and then at her bottom. He moved part of her hair out of the way, flinging it to one side of her face and began nibbling on her neck.

The next thing she felt was his hand go through her butt cheeks, reaching to the front of her core, and inserting a finger slowly at her entrance, "Hmm, always so ready for me," He whispered into her ear, "but I am just making sure you are squeaky clean, Aila." His finger slipped all the way in and twisted, making her lean her head against his chest, not caring about the water flowing down her face. Her eyes already closed. But after a few more times of his finger turning and going in and out at a slow pace, he stopped, removing his finger and stepping away.

"All done," He said in an infuriatingly innocent voice. Her heavy breathing turned into a groan and she turned abruptly on the spot.

"Oh no, Alpha," She mocked, "now it's time to clean you."

A wicked smile lit up her face, and Damon smirked, "If that's what you want. But our bed awaits us.."

Aila already had the shower gel in her hands, squeezing the bottle and lathering it before caressing his chest in small circular motions, her eyes not leaving his, "I think you need to be cleaned before climbing into bed. We don't want those sheets getting dirty."

He smirked again at her words and watched intensely as her hands caressed his chest, kneaded his eight pack and lingered on his 'V' lines that made him suck in his breath sharply. Aila knew he was sensitive there and loved seeing every time she stroked it, his cock would twitch.

"You know, it won't hide if you keep staring at it," Aila looked up to see Damon's brow arched in amusement. She narrowed her eyes at him; she was not about to give him the satisfaction of coming, only a nice tease, as he did to her. After all, they were meant to be going to bed straight away.

With her eyes locked with his, she smiled slyly and grazed her hand down to the tip of his length. A low growl emanated from his chest, urging her on to not just touch it but climb on top of it. Her core dampened again, and she licked her lips from the dryness she felt in her throat.

Aila grazed her hand down further, barely touching his shaft, and watched in satisfaction as he made small gasps at her tender touch. It seemed, although they came earlier in the evening, their longing for each other had not gone away and only burned harder within them. Finally, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began to slowly pump it up and down the long length.

With their eyes still locked and watching his darken again, she couldn't resist and crashed her lips into his, increasing the speed of her hand slightly, circling the tip of his shaft with her thumb, and almost melting at the feel of his pre-cum. He bit down into her lip, and she pulled away, satisfied with his frustration. Aila let go of him and raised her thumb to her mouth, and sucked on the small creaminess, her eyes unwavering from his.

"I think your squeaky clean now," Aila smirked and left the shower, grabbing her towel and not looking back at her growling mate.

Check and ah mate!