“Oh, I know,” He smiles against my mouth, “You’ve always been mine.”
“Prove it,” I challenge, “Please.”
He pulls away from me suddenly, keeping me crowded against the mirror with his arms caging me in but he’s put enough space between our bodies, cold air rushes between us, sending goosebumps over my skin. Desire burns bright inside of me, my thighs aching with need. He makes me fucking crazy.
“You have such pretty manners, Savannah,” Hepraises as his hands go to the hem of my shirt, “Arms up.”
I lift my arms so he can pull the shirt over my head before he throws it behind him, leaving me bare from the waist up. His eyes roam over my torso, lingering on my bare breasts, my nipples peaked and aching for his touch.
“Stay right here.” He commands as he grips my wrists and forces me to hold onto the railing on either side of me. I watch him take a step back before he crosses to a still open paint pot and dips one hand and then the other inside. Palms coated in light purple paint, he walks back toward me, a hunger in his eyes and determination in his step. The way he stalks toward me is more animal than man, and I am the prey in this situation.
“Turn around and face the mirror.” He orders.
With a tremor in my limbs, I turn to the mirror, meeting his eyes in the reflection as he stops behind me.
“My masterpiece,” He murmurs as he brings his hands around my body and cups my breasts, palming them until two perfect handprints are left behind by the paint. The color is a stark contrast to my skin, his hands so large they cover me entirely, painting me his. “You see what I see?” He asks.
He smears some of the paint down my abdomen, running a line to my naval.
“What?”
“Perfection,” He rasps as he hooks his hands into thewaist of my leggings and tugs them down my legs, taking my underwear with them. “Art.” Paint smears across my legs as he runs his hands back up, cupping my hips and yanking me back abruptly. He grinds his cock into my ass, eyes fluttering a little as he falters. “I will never tire of looking at you.” He tells me to the mirror while he loosens the pressure of one of his hands and traces two fingers inwards, toward my pussy. “I will never tire of this.”
I am drenched, my pussy tensing and squeezing around nothing. I push my ass back onto him, urging him to dosomething.
“I love when you’re desperate for me, Savannah.” He grins, “So impatient and needy. You wet for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I hiss out on a breath.
The heat of his hands leaves my body for a moment and behind me, he rips his own clothes off, leaving him as naked as me as the head of his cock, wet with his precum nudges against my ass cheek. I tense, not knowing but willing.
“Not today,” He answers as if I said it out loud, “I want you to watch me sink into this tight body of yours. I want you to see what you do to me, what we look like.”
My breath comes out in needy, heavy pants, “I need you.”
“You have me, baby” He promises, “Now hold onto the rail and do not close your eyes.”
Chapter Thirty
Her glazed blue eyes meet mine in the reflection as her hands curl around the pole and she bends forward, giving me her ass, a delicious curve in her spine that my hand traces. I follow her shape, down her back and onto her ass before I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her fucking soaked. I push gently to widen her stance and when she’s exactly where I want her, I step back and take her in.
Fuck me.
She watches me in the mirrors, her lust-addled eyes pinned to me to watch every move I make. So fucking pretty.
Using a single finger, I run it through her pussy, gathering up her arousal on the tip before I notch it intoher, fucking her with just an inch.
Her mouth pops open as she attempts to push her hips back, wanting more.
“Stay still,” I order, withdrawing my finger.
“Killian,” She breathes.
I grasp her ass cheek, squeezing until her flesh yields to my fingers, “You’ll stay still for me, Savannah.” I command, “You’ll watch me use this fucking body so you can see what you do to me.”
Her eyes darken and her chin dips on a nod.
“Good girl,” I give her my finger back, sinking it into the knuckle.
