With one last tug, he lifted her skirts to expose her. The sight sucked the air from his lungs and he plunged deeper, burying his hand in her dark curls. She cried out again, louder, and desire crashed over him in a wave so fierce, it nearly took him to his knees. The wild want, the way her body writhed, all of it branded into his memory.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” The shocking words tumbled free before he could stop them.
Her lips parted. He held his breath. And then she nodded.
“Show me.”
Even in the old surface of the mirror, her blush shone. “I—”
He caught her hand in his and guided it toward the junction of her thighs, coaxing her fingers alongside his. Pressing them between her curls, he held her hand cupped over herself. For a long moment, she didn’t move. And then, a slender finger shifted. He followed the movement with one of his, into the pulsing wet between her legs. She gasped.
“Feel how ready you are for me?” he growled into her ear.
She nodded, breathless.
He trapped her finger with his, dragging it up to her swollen nub and settling it there. “Show me.” He repeated his command, his voice strained with the consuming need to see her, to feel her.
With a jerky movement, she rubbed herself. Her breath sucked in and her knees sagged. He tightened his arm around her waist, lifting his hand from hers for a better view. Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closed, mouth slack as she moved her fingers.
Holy hell.
The sight alone might be his undoing.
Slowly she increased her speed, parting her thighs for a better angle. His breath hitched as her back arched into him. Not much longer. A soft moan escaped her and he dropped his hand, tangling his fingers with hers as his blood pumped hot and heavy. Her eyesfluttered open in question and he leaned into her ear. “I want you to find your release while I’m inside you.”
With a pout, she strained to touch herself again and his lips curved. “Patience.”
He dragged her hand away, baring herself to the mirror. From this angle, she was all curves and softness. Pure perfection. Every muscle in his body coiled tight, desperate for more. He reached between them and unbuttoned his trousers, freeing himself from the tight confines.
Brown eyes followed his movement and she pulled her hand from his, twisting it behind her back. With a growl, he rocked forward into her searching touch. Her fingers faltered, and he caught her wrist, pinning it gently as he leaned in, letting her feel the full weight of his desire. A soft groan shook through her as she moved her hand along his length.
His breath quickened as she worked him, the sensation of her delicate hand wrapped around him nearly driving him to madness. Each stroke, each gentle pull, sent waves of heat rushing through him. He clenched his jaw, willing himself to stay composed as her fingers moved with purpose. Each touch pushed him closer to the edge, the raw need between them building with every second. He fought the overwhelming urge to thrust into her hand, to spill his release then and there, but he took a breath, steadying himself.
He jerked his hand down and stilled hers, pulling it from his aching member. She trembled, her shoulders rising and falling as he used his feet to pull her legs apart, opening her to him in the most delicious way. With one hand, he guided himself between the pale crescents of her buttocks, until he dipped into the silky pool of wetness between her thighs. She whimpered as he hovered at her entrance.
“Isaac.”
He stilled, the sound of his name on her lips tethering him to her like an anchor to a storm-tossed ship. Her voice, soft and trembling with need, ignited a fierce ache within him. He tilted his hips, nudginguntil he slipped just inside her. The sensation was almost too much, every nerve in his body sparking with fire.
“Isaac, please,” she pleaded, pushing herself against him.
How could he say no? With a grunt, he plunged forward. Her answering cry echoed through the room as he seated himself fully within her. Pleasure crashed through him, a hundred different bursts of feeling spreading along his length. So wet. So tight.
His hands moved to her hips as he pulled nearly free before burying himself again. She stumbled forward with the force, her hands darting out to brace against the mirror. He followed, his body pressing against hers, breath hot against her neck. She clutched the frame of the mirror, hips tilting instinctively into each wild thrust. He groaned as her body moved with his, welcoming him deeper. A blinding pressure began to build at his core, threatening to unleash at any moment.
She shifted against him, urging him on with soft, breathless sounds that sent fire licking through his veins. He found a rhythm, powerful and unrelenting, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge—dragging him right along with her. His gaze locked on the mirror as she bucked against him, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. All for him. The slick rhythm of their joining mingled with her gasps—a symphony that could drive him to do wild and reckless things.
With a sharp exhale, he reached one hand around her front, pressing his finger into her curls until he found the slick and quivering nub of her sex once more. She jerked, crying out as he stroked her with deliberate, unrelenting pressure. Each gasp she gave him, every frantic shudder, fueled the storm in his own blood as she unraveled in his arms.
Her fingers curled, her lips forming a soundless “Oh.” Her body stiffened, her head jerking back against him, as she clamped around him in delicious pressure. A moment later, a throaty scream echoed through the room.
Yes.
A savage satisfaction coiled low in his belly as she continued to writhe beneath his hand. His own climax built to a crescendo and he increased the speed of his thrusts. Her knuckles went white as she hung onto the frame of the mirror, her legs beginning to give out. One slender hand slipped.
Josephine.
Her name burned on his tongue, swelling like a shout at the back of his throat. His body surged toward release, unstoppable, as the entire world narrowed to their joining. And then—click.The sound, small and sharp, echoed around them. A moment later, the entire mirror shifted, swinging out on hinges to reveal a sliver of dark space behind it.
