Her blue eyes, hazy with pleasure, lock on mine.
“Duke—” She moans my name as I drive deeper.
“I’m giving you everything.”
I force myself to slow down a little, to keep this first time going as long as possible. I keep the pace slow, steady, teasing her. I fucking love how she’s squirming below me, needy and achingto come again. But there’s something I want. Something I’ve been thinking about since I walked into this room and saw the mirrored closet.
I pull out, and she whimpers.
“Turn over,” I demand, helping her shift and position her so she’s facing the mirror.
“I don’t know about this,” she whispers, and I see her close her eyes and not open them.
I slide in behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist, and push back inside.
The angle is different. Deeper. She gasps, her hand flying back to grip my hip.
“Open your eyes.”
She does—and freezes when she sees us in the mirror. My broad chest pressed against her back. My arm wrapped possessively around her middle. My hips moving against the curve of her ass.
“Watch,” I command. “See what I see.”
“Duke, I—”
“No.” I thrust deeper, and her eyes flutter. “Don’t look away. Watch how beautiful you are when I’m inside you. I want you to watch yourself come.”
My hand slides up to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple, and I watch her watch us. Watch her see my big hand cradling her stomach because I love it. Watch her see the pleasure on her own face, the flush spreading down her chest.
“This,” I growl against her ear. “This is what drives me crazy. These curves. This body. You.”
I grip the flesh of her hip and hold her still as I pound into her, my cock on the verge of exploding.
“You are fucking beautiful, Riley. I’m never going to let you forget it.”
Her eyes are wet as she meets my eyes in the mirror, but she doesn’t look away. She watches as I fuck her, as I claim her, as I prove just how damn crazy she makes me.
“You’re mine now,” I growl. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Duke. I’m yours.”
I reach between her legs, fingers finding her clit, and her whole body jerks.
“That’s my good girl. Now come for me. Watch yourself come.”
She does, with a cry that echoes off the walls, her body clenching around me so hard I see stars. In the mirror, I watch her face transform, watch the pleasure crash through her, watch her finally see herself the way I’ve always seen her.
I pull out, breathing hard, trying to hold on. She makes a sound of protest that turns into a gasp when I roll her onto her back again, spreading her thighs wide and sliding home in one deep stroke.
I drive into her harder, faster, the headboard slamming against the wall. The wet sounds of our bodies moving together fill theroom. Sweat slicks between us. The sheets are a twisted mess beneath her. “I want to feel you come on my cock when I fill you up.”
“Oh god—” Her back arches, her breath coming in sharp gasps. “Duke—”
“That’s it, wife.” The word rumbles out of me, dark and possessive. “Come for your husband.”
