A bolt of lust shot through Althea, and she moaned, unable to find words. Unease slithered through the back of her mind. He’d said something she should worry about…
He thrust against her bottom again, then reached around and yanked her dress below her breasts with both hands this time. Cupping her breasts as though offering them to her in the mirror, he asked again, “Althea? I’ll need your answer.”
His finger and thumb pinched each nipple, bringing her on her toes. All coherent thought fled.
“Yes. Please, Evan,” she whispered, pushing her bottom back and her breasts forward.
“Right, then. Imagine I had a set of those cuffs, and I wanted you to watch me use them on you.”
And watch she did.
Evan skimmed his hands along her sides, his lips feathering over her skin where her neck met her shoulder. He bit there, lightly.
She saw it as much as she felt it. ’Twas as though they were animals, and he was holding his mate still.
She writhed, her eyes closing as sensation shot through her from where his teeth held her skin. Her breasts tingled, feeling every waft of air from his actions. She shifted her feet to widen her stance.
“Keep your eyes open, and there would be no moving if you were bound.” He bent her at the hips, folding her over the settee back and drew her hands together behind her. “Lace your fingers together or I shall use my cravat.”
She shuddered at the thought, the image of the woman’s wrists strapped to her thighs fresh in her mind.
“Can you see in the mirror still?”
She nodded.
“Good. Watch us.”
He leaned forward to plump her breasts where they dangled, pinching the tips. She could smell her shampoo in his hair. That and the twinge of erotic pain in her nipples made her squirm against his hips.
Grabbing her skirts, he tossed them up, flipping them over her back.
She watched his reaction to her bare bottom, a smile creeping across her lips when his brows quirked.
“One petticoat? No knickers? Not even a long chemise?” He tsked.
“Oh please. As though you don’t like the convenience,” she mumbled, twitching her rump.
He spanked one cheek hard, then the other.
She gasped, arching her back, bottom pushing up toward him. “Evan…”
She needed his cock or his fingers or something. Her core clenched with desire, her pulse pounding. Her nipples throbbed from his pinch, increasing her pleasure.
He grabbed her hands from where they’d fallen to the seat cushion and put them to her thighs. “Hold your legs, as though your hands were cuffed to them.”
She tentatively reached, grabbing her upper thighs, still watching in the mirror. His eyes flared with lust as he stared downward at her bottom and hands. She realized she had unwittingly opened herself farther to him. If only he would touch her, not just look.
“Are you still watching?” Evan’s voice was thick. He had not spared a glance for the mirror, his focus was on her, from her hair where he fisted one hand to her bottom where his hand slid across her buttocks into the crevice between then forward to check her readiness.
The quick swipe of his fingers tingled, a terrible tease more than a caress. Then they were gone, and he was fumbling with the fall of his breeches, then one of his cock socks.
Pulling her hair, he forced her head up to ensure she was watching, only then meeting her wide-eyed gaze through her mask in the mirror. He shoved into her.
He’d never been this rough with her. His harsh countenance combined with his near-violent thrust had her bracing for pain. Instead, in the mirror, her breasts bouncing from the force of his invasion juxtaposed against his waistcoat and cravat, which remained unrumpled, and his face tight with focus while hers slackened with sensation sent her over the edge. Her channel convulsed in ecstasy around him, squeezing him rhythmically.
He reached around her, and her gaze locked on his hand as it slid under her hips, the mere sight escalating the fire in her to inferno levels. His touch on her hard, quivering pleasure button was almost painful, but he was slower there than his plunges into her had been. Her orgasm soared higher rather than ebbing. She wailed with the intensity, unsure where it would end. All through it, she stared at him, held in thrall by his mastery of her perversity and her body.
His jaw clenched as he thrust out then back in once, then held still as her shudders slowed.
