Sean’s face next to mine in the water. He’s bending over me now, bracing his hands next to my elbows and his knees planted on the insides of mine, pushing them farther apart. He’s covering me, claiming me, and his face in the water is haunted with lust as our gazes meet in the reflection. “Pretty Zenny,” he says, voice filled with praise and whatever praise’s hornier cousin is. “Gorgeous girl. Perfect girl. God, you make me an animal.”
