“No onecan see. The glass is one-way. But even if they could...” His hand slides lower and dips beneath the waistband of my underwear. “I wouldn’t stop. I’dwantthem to see. I’d want the world to see you’re mine.”
Okay.
We’re doing this.
I watch in the glass as his knuckles graze my inner thigh. The reflection captures every tremor that races through me.
My head falls back against his shoulder, exposing the frantic pulse in my throat.
A gasp, raw and unfiltered, tears from my lips as his fingers slide through my slick folds beneath the underwear, painting glistening trails the mirror mercilessly displays.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “See how hungry you are for me.”
His thumb finds my clit in my panties, and begins to circle with torturous precision. I see everything. The flush spreading from my breasts to my neck, my nipples pebbling into hard peaks, the way my hips jerk against his palm like I’m begging for more.
When I try to look away, his free hand grips my jaw, forcing my gaze back to the smart glass. “Look. See how perfect you are?”
Every stroke across my clit sends electricity pulsing through my veins, and my breath comes in fractured pants. “C-Corin—”
“Shhh. Watch.” He reaches deeper into my panties, and plunges two fingers inside me, curling justthere, and my vision whites out for a second.
I watch my mouth fall open in a silent scream, and see his teeth sink into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, and feel hisclaiming.
The triple assault is brutal: the stretch inside, the bite on my skin, the relentless circles on my clit.
Pleasure coils viciously inside my pussy.
Tighter.
Tighter—
“Now.” His command vibrates against my skin neck. “Cum for me. Let the whole fucking island hear who owns this dripping pussy.”
I shatter.
A guttural cry rips from my throat as my back arches violently, my pussy clamping around his fingers.
In the glass, I watch my body convulse. My tits bounce, my stomach quivers, his hand works me through the spasms until slickness soaks right through my panties.
The whole time, his free arm is braced across my midsection, holding me upright as I tremble and struggle to stay on my feet.
His eyes are locked on our reflection.
Dark.
Ravenous.
Triumphant.
When I finally stop shaking, he turns me around, kisses me soft and deep.
Claiming.
“Bed,” I manage. “Before my legs give out.”
He picks me up, easily carries me the few steps to the bed, and lays me down with surprising tenderness.
Then he strips off his pants, and finally his underwear, and I forget how to breathe.
