Cataleya (Joe’s POV)

The script still lay on my desk back in the real world, where I already knew every beat, every line, every intention. It was supposed to end there, with the “client” taking Cataleya’s hand. But if The Voyeurs gave me this world, I was gonna use it.

The world shifted around us like sand castles collapsing in a wave. The nightclub dissolving; bodies, blood, broken glass; and in its place rose a breathtaking beachfront cabaña. Warm tropical air kissed my skin. The sound of waves gently crashing mixed with the distant call of night birds.

Cataleya’s smirk never faltered. She turned, still holding my hand, and pulled me toward an elegant open-air shower inside the cabana. The blue-tiled walls and massive glass enclosure gleamed under soft lighting. Without a word, she reached up and tugged at the straps of her gown, letting silver fabric slid down her body and pool at her feet. She was left in nothing but a pair of black lace low-rise boyshorts that clung to her like a second skin.

She turned to face me, eyes dark and challenging. Her body was a masterpiece; smooth brown skin glowing with a faint sheen of exertion from the fight, pert, perfectly shaped breasts with dark nipples already tight and begging, a toned stomach leading down to the delicate swell of her hips. The black lace barely contained her, the fabric already damp at the crotch from the adrenaline and heat of battle.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly peeled the boyshorts down, revealing her smooth, shaved sex, glistening with arousal, clit peeking out, swollen and flushed. She stepped back into the shower and turned on the rain-like cascade. Warm water poured down over her in sheets, soaking her long dark hair until it clung to her back and shoulders like wet silk.

She looked at me; silent, commanding; and crooked a finger.

I undressed under her gaze, feeling her eyes devouring me. When I stepped into the shower with her, the warm water cascaded gently over us both. She pressed her hands against my chest, fingers splaying over my muscles, and pulled me into a hungry kiss.

Her mouth was hot, demanding. Her tongue carried the faint taste of olives and ****, and when I gripped her ass with both hands and squeezed, she moaned into my mouth and pressed harder against me, grinding her slick pussy against my rapidly thickening cock.

“This a perk of the job?” I teased against her lips.

She pushed me back slightly, eyes blazing. “Shut up.”

She took control; hands roaming my chest, nails dragging lightly down my abs as she kissed me again, deeper, filthier. I kissed down her neck, sucking at her pulse point, then lower to her clavicle and finally to one perfect breast. I took her dark nipple into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, flicking my tongue across the sensitive peak, tasting coconut oil and gunpowder, traveling until she moaned and arched into me.

She lifted one leg, hooking it high around my waist. Her hand reached down between us, gripping my cock and guiding the swollen head to her entrance. She rubbed me against her folds, coating me in her heat, teasing herself with the promise of what was coming.

I didn’t rush her. I let her set the pace.

Her hips rolled slowly as she took the head inside her; a soft, gasping moan escaping her lips as she stretched around me. Inch by inch she sank down, her strong hand digging into the back of my neck for leverage, eyes locked on mine the entire time.

When I finally bottomed out; buried to the hilt in her scorching heat; she let out a long, shuddering breath. “Fuck…”

I pressed her back against the tiled wall and started to move; slow, deep rolls of my hips that dragged every ridge along her. The wet slap of skin and water filled the shower, mixing with her breathy moans and my low grunts. She felt incredible; tight, silky, gripping me like she never wanted to let go.

We lost ourselves in each other; kissing, biting, hands roaming. The adrenaline from the fight bled into raw, passionate fucking. She came first; fluttering and clenching around me, crying out as her orgasm ripped through her. I followed moments later, burying myself as deep as I could and flooding her, marking her from the inside.

A small trickle began leaking down her thigh, but with a thought I willed it to stay inside her; warm, thick, claiming her completely. She shuddered at the feeling, then reached down, sliding two fingers through her folds and scooping up a dollop of our combined mess. She brought it to her lips and sucked it clean, eyes locked on mine the entire time, savoring the taste of us.

I caressed her body, kissing her shoulder as she came down from her high. She looked down between us and saw I was still rock-hard, throbbing against her stomach. Her eyes swam with fresh desire and challenge.

We could both see the bedroom calling us through the glass.

And I knew I was going to ravage her exactly the way she wanted.