An entire wall of them, stretching from the headboard all the way up to the ceiling and over the bed.
That one was all I wanted. Plus, the jacuzzi at the back, which we can enjoy tomorrow for her birthday.
The rest of the room leans into the same warm, rustic feel. Dark wood beams, soft amber lighting, and a small fire crackling directly across from the bed that throws slow, flickering shadows across the walls. Above us, tiny lights are scattered across the ceiling like stars, glowing faintly in the dim room.
“I have a thing for you,” I tell her honestly.
She shifts her weight onto one hip, and I swear the room gets a little warmer.
The black jumper dress hugs her just enough, falling over dark tights and those knee-high boots that I wouldn't mind keeping on whilst I bend her over and do the dirtiest things to her. And my favourite, a little red bow tied at the back of her hair, pulling the top half away from her face.
I’m a massive fan of the bows.
“It's a lot of mirrors.” She ignores my comment as she points to the mirrors.
“Uh, huh.” I grin.
She folds her arms. “Why?”
I push off the wall and walk toward her, stopping when I’m close enough that I have to tilt my head down to meet her eyes.
“What can I say? I like a good view.”
She waits for me to continue, so I close the space between us, lips near her ear.
“I want to be able to see all of you when I fuck you, princess.”
Her pink bottom lip disappears between her teeth, and my gaze drops to it instantly.
I want to kiss her so bad it's almost distracting.
Honestly, I’m pretty sure there isn't a moment when I don't want to kiss her. I just don't want to stop at her lips right now. I ache to kiss every single inch of her body till I have mapped it out again.
A smirk appears on her face. “Are you going to fuck me, Elijah?”
God, I love when she's like this. Confident and bratty.
“All night,” I tell her easily, my voice dropping. “It's been way too long since my cock has been inside you.”
Her smirk only deepens.
I reach out, my hand sliding gently around her neck as I guide her backwards until the backs of her knees bump against the mattress. She drops down onto the bed with a whoosh, followed by a surprised giggle.
Such a sweet sound.
Probably my second favourite.
The first being the sound she makes when she's moaning my name when I’m buried inside her.
I step forward until I’m standing between her legs. The fire crackles behind me, warmth spreading across my back, but all my attention stays exactly where it should be—on her.
On the way, her pupils darken as she watches me.
On the faint flush warming her cheeks.
On the way, she's waiting, clearly trying to pretend she's patient when we both know she's not.
I drop down onto my knees in front of her.
