[Margaret's POV]
The shower in the bathroom was turned on to its maximum by Donald, yet the temperature of the water didn't scald as much as Donald's body heat did.
With my wrists twisted, I was cornered against the wall by Donald, his kisses fierce and hot, like boiling raindrops falling haphazardly on my exposed skin, stirring up the desire within me and rapidly igniting it.
"Mm... slower, Donald!" I arched my head back to withstand his ferocious kisses while also trying to respond to him with passion.
His large hands tore at my clothes, drenched from the water, which clung to my body uncomfortably.
I obediently raised my arms, allowing Donald to remove my bra. His large hands wandered over my skin, as if I were some precious treasure. Gasping for breath, I watched him intently, my free hand hooking around his neck as I softly said, "I want you, Donald!"