I follow his gaze and realize—the mirror.The full-length mirror at the foot of my bed reflects both of us back, and my face burns even as my body floats through the haze of the orgasm.
“Alexander—”
But he’s already moving, shifting us so his back is against the headboard and I’m sitting between his spread thighs, my back pressed to his chest.One of his arms wraps around my waist, holding me in place, while his other hand?—
“Watch,” he commands, and my eyes are drawn to the mirror, to the sight of us—my flushed skin against his darker tones, his hand moving between my thighs.
“Touch yourself.”
My eyes widen.“What?”
“You heard me.”His voice is dark velvet, commanding and sure.“Touch yourself.Show me what you like.”
“I can’t?—”
His hand comes up to cup my jaw, holding my face steady, forcing me to watch our reflection.“Yes, you can.You’re already wet.Show me.”
My eyes on my reflection in the mirror, I lower my hand, touching myself hesitantly at first.His eyes grow dark with desire, and I hear his sharp intake of breath as I play with my hardened clit.I can feel him firm in his sweatpants.
“I want to see you take your finger,” he whispers against my ear, and my nipples tighten.I’m already swollen and sensitive, but I obey, inserting a finger.My head falls back against his shoulder, but he murmurs, “I don’t think so.”
His hand around my jaw, forces my head back up.“I didn’t give you permission to look away.”
As I insert another finger, my face twists, and he looks satisfied.My breathing is growing ragged, little whimpers escaping as pleasure builds.
“Alexander.”The sound that escapes me is broken.“I need—I need you.Please.”
My fingers aren’t enough.I need him inside me.
His mouth finds my neck, my shoulder, and he pulls my hand away, sucking the fingers clean.I watch him in the mirror, my lids hooded.Then he eases me up onto my knees, and I feel his pants shift.Before I can do anything, his hand is on my back, and he’s pushing me forward till I’m resting my weight on my arms.My legs are still spread open, and I feel the thick head of his cock pushing against my folds.
My head falls forward, but his hand is in my hair, forcing me to look in the mirror.“I didn’t give you permission to look away.”His growl makes me whine out, our position making me feel every inch of his cock as it moves inside me.
“Watch,” he murmurs, and I do.“Watch how your body fits mine so perfectly.”Slamming his full length inside me, he rocks forward.“How utterly perfect you are when I’m inside you, Olivia.”
I can see my face in the mirror at the foot of the bed—flushed and desperate, eyes glazed with need.My mouth is open, gasping for air with each thrust, and I watch as my expression shifts between pleasure and overwhelmed sensation.My brows are drawn together, a crease forming between them as he drives deeper.My eyes struggle to stay open, lids heavy with the weight of what I’m feeling.When he hits that perfect spot, my face contorts, mouth forming a silent ‘oh’, eyes rolling back slightly before I force them forward again.Sweat beads at my hairline, a few damp strands clinging to my forehead and temples.My cheeks are bright red, the flush spreading down my neck.I watch my own lips tremble as breathy moans escape, see the way my jaw goes slack when he changes angle.
There’s something almost dazed in my reflection, like I can’t quite believe what I’m seeing, what I’m feeling.My eyes are glassy, unfocused—except when they catch his in the mirror.Then they sharpen with awareness, with the knowledge he’s watching me watch myself fall apart.
He’s moving hard and fast now, ruthlessly driving into me.Sounds spill from my mouth—pleading, helpless sounds.When I’m close, my expression transforms, eyebrows lifting, mouth opening wider in a silent plea, every muscle in my face tight with anticipation.My eyes lock on my own reflection as I shatter, watching myself come undone completely.
Alexander doesn’t pause.He pulls me back by my hair, forcing me to sit on his cock, his mouth finding mine over my shoulder in a bruising kiss.The angle changes, and I cry out.“Scream for me, Olivia.Beg for me.”
And I do.He’s forcing another orgasm from me, pushing inside me in a harsh rhythm that makes me see white.He’s ruthless with me in bed, as if he knows I can take it all.His hand circles my neck when my head falls back against his shoulder, and when his grip tightens, threatening to cut off my air supply, I can only moan.
“So perfect,” he murmurs.“So beautiful.”
He’s chasing his release as I ride out my orgasm, and when he spills inside me, my pussy contracts around his cock.He groans as I milk him.
I collapse against his chest, my body trembling with aftershocks.His arms wrap around me immediately, turning me so that we’re facing each other and holding me close, one hand stroking up and down my spine in soothing circles.
“You’re okay,” he murmurs against my hair.“I’ve got you.”
My heart clenches at the tenderness in his voice, so at odds with the roughness of moments before.This is what undoes me—not the passion, but this.The way he holds me like I’m something precious.The way his touch gentles even as his grip stays firm.I feel safe like this.Protected.Cherished.
It terrifies me.
He shifts slightly, reaching for something on the nightstand.A moment later, warm cloth touches my skin.He’s wiping me down with careful, methodical strokes.The intimacy of it makes my throat tight.When he’s finished, he tosses the cloth aside and pulls the covers up over both of us, settling us into the bed with me still pressed against his chest.His heart beats steady beneath my ear, and I close my eyes.
