She draws back to look me in the eyes as I carry her into the room and kick the door shut. We’re the only ones in the library at this late hour, but I want privacy just in case someone decides to pay a visit downstairs.
With her hands in my hair, Raina crushes her mouth against mine, and any worries that have haunted me prior to this moment fade. I move us toward the bed, ready to lay her down and ravish her the way I’ve imagined.
But then we’re suddenly back in front of the mirror.
The moment has altered, a shift in time and emotion, from happy and hopeful to uncertain and filled with unanswered longing. I’m dressed differently, as is she.
I stand behind her in a fine, black suit, staring at her in the mirror. The only sound in the room is our breathing and the crackle of the fire in the hearth. She’s wearing nothing but her cotton dress slip, her crimson satin gown discarded and crumpled nearby on the floor. She’s breathing so hard, her blue eyes locked with mine as I trace my finger over the curve of her shoulder and under the strap of her garment.
“Do you want me to finish undressing you?”
Long moments of hesitation pass, but Raina never looks away from me, not even when she finally nods her head in answer.
I lean in and drag my teeth over her earlobe as I slowly lower the strap from her shoulder. Her nipples are already peaked beneath the thin gown, making me ache to see them, to taste them.
Beneath my fingertips, chills chase across her skin. A sigh leaves her as I drag my tongue up the side of her throat and carefully lower the other strap.
Her slip doesn’t fall, the stretch of her full breasts keeping it from dropping to the floor. Her body is all dangerous curves now, muscular from training yet softer in places from Cook’s meals. I want to kiss every inch, learn her body the way I might memorize a map.
Hooking my thumbs in the fabric, I pull the slip down over her breasts, achingly slow, watching in the mirror as her naked torso is finally revealed. The candlelight and firelight illuminate her like a piece of treasured artwork highlighted beneath a chandelier. She gasps when I take her breasts in my hands, her attention focused as I grip and knead. The sight is erotic, and I can tell that she likes watching, yet this is only the beginning.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you?” I ask. “Touch you?”
She shakes her head and stretches her arm up, curling it around my neck, drawing my mouth down to the sweeping line between her ear and shoulder.
Show me.That’s what she’s saying to me.Show me.
I kiss her there, making no effort to be gentle. I suck and bite and lick as I tease her nipples hard between my fingers, hyperaware of the way she moves against me with every new assault. My cock hardens, wanting release, but I remind myself that I’ve waited for this for months. Much as I want to give in, right now I crave the agony of blinding desire more than relief.
I press my erection against her, a promise of what awaits. Raina shifts her ass against me, rubbing, and boldly drags my hand down her abdomen and between her legs. Even through the linen I can feel her heat, how wet she already is for me.
“I’ve imagined this,” I confess. “There aren’t many things Ihaven’timagined when it comes to you. Making you come where I can watch every moment has been a recurring dream, though.”
She meets my stare in the mirror. For a moment, a question lives there, but then she blinks it away and slides her hand atop mine. Again, I can read her face so plainly, even without a single word signed.
Show. Me.
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Because what I want to do to you would be vile to many.”
She faces me.“You have no idea the things I would let you do to me,”she signs.
Just like that, we become all hands and lips and teeth, kissing with open-mouthed sighs as we strip away my jacket, vest, and tunic, my trousers and braies, followed by the remains of her slip. I lower my head to her breasts, suckling one at a time, my balls growing heavier and heavier by the second. She clutches my hair, letting me have my way, until she can no longer endure.
She tugs me up and kisses me, trailing her fingertips down my torso. She’s all but panting when she pulls away, admiring the hills and valleys of my body, muscle formed from too many years of training. I flinch when she twirls her fingertips in the hair below my navel, and then moves to boldly grip my cock in her hot little hand.
She strokes me with gentle pressure, the look on her face one of happiness and perhaps a bit of disbelief, as though she can’t believe she’s finally touching me. I understand. After so long, I feel the same way.
On an exhaled breath, I press my forehead to hers as she continues, gliding her hand from root to tip, over and over, her thumb catching every drop of cum that pearls at the head. I could lose myself so quickly, only to rise and do it again—inside her, on her, in her mouth. I want her in every way.
But first…
I tip her face up and look into her eyes, expecting a reflection of unease. I’m a lot of man to handle, yet there’s not even a sparkle of worry in her gaze. Then I realize…
“Do you still have the crystal I gave you?”
She arches a single brow and lets go of me.
Ah. Now I see a glimmer in her stare.
