For just one moment, she looked at herself through the mirror, her bare skin glowing under the firelight, and him behind her.It was so scandalous she looked away, but he wouldn’t have it. His hand grabbed her chin and forced her to look back into the mirror.
“Look at how beautiful you are,” he said.
She looked, and when she met his gaze, she truly felt beautiful. He was eating her up with his eyes, his own breath coming in more shallow, his look reduced to something dangerous.
His mouth moved from her shoulders down to her collarbone before they reached her breasts. He shifted behind her, and his hands moved to cup her breasts.
“Oh.”
His response was to allow both of his thumbs to caress the peaks of her breasts, going over them with shattering insistence, sending a jolt down her body.
All this time, her eyes were still open, still fixed on that mirror, taking in the scene that was unfolding, adding to the sensation. She could see both his hands winding her up and his face, and the pure lust on it.
He gently pinched both nipples, making her body tremble with desire.
“Gerald,” she breathed out.
“That’s it,” he whispered in her ear. “More sounds like this. I need them.”
The assault on her senses was almost too much to bear. His scent, his breath, his words, his lips, they were all working her higher and higher.
But Gerald was not nearly done with her. One hand slid further down, past her stomach, and to the very core of her existence. He smoothly pried her legs open.
Arabella wished she had a bigger mirror, one that would allow her to see exactly what he was doing to her. His fingers went over her core, just wetting them with the slick that was already there. Languidly, softly, he kept caressing her, going over her folds, her mound, focusing on that single little ready point at the center of her.
“Look at you, so ready and waiting for me,” he breathed into her ear.
It was so mischievous to hear him talk to her like that, but that added to the pleasure she felt. Somehow, that tinge of shame that was left while his hands pressed at her core and worked her made things more delicious.
He must have sensed the moment she went from a blushing bride to a wanton woman because he moaned against her skin.
“Just like that, Arabella,” he encouraged her. “Feel me just like that. Do you feel me, Arabella?”
Her lips opened, but no sound came over them. She could barely concentrate to stay conscious.
“Talk to me, Arabella,” he demanded.
Her eyes flew to his through the mirror. She almost cried out at what she saw. But before she had time to process, his hand left her breast and cupped her face. He turned her to him, their eyes now meeting without the help of the mirror.
“Damn it, your eyes,” he rumbled.
And then he descended on her. His lips claimed her mouth completely. He didn’t care, hungrily, and all she could do was moan, engulfed by his body. His kiss turned deeper, his tongue demanded access, and once she provided it, it was as if he snapped.
His tongue darted inside, lapping her up, while his hand firmly around her neck held her perfectly still. But it was impossible for her to remain unmoved. His kiss was hot, and his other hand was still over her core.
Her body was on fire from the top of her head down to her toes, and it became completely ablaze as his fingers became more persistent. She was getting closer to the crest of her desire. Themore he kissed her like that, the more his fingers went over that little bundle at her core.
And then he stopped. Arabella had one moment to cry out in protest before she was lifted off and placed right at the edge of the bed. She wasn’t sure what Gerald was about to do, yet within her heart, she realized that she trusted him completely.
But as he kneeled on the floor and opened her legs, once more Arabella cried out. He gave her time to adjust to this new position. He lifted her leg and kissed her thighs, alternating between his mouth and his tongue, making his way closer and closer.
“You’re doing such a good job, Arabella,” he said, with his rough voice now even deeper.
At the praise, Arabella reacted violently. Her hips bucked to meet him. Her hand flew into his hair just to steady herself. A surprised gasp left Arabella’s lips as Gerald came closer to her hidden center.
“Now, Arabella,” he demanded, “you will sit still. Can you do that for me?”
Arabella nodded furiously.
