I stare at my reflection to find my face flushed, eyes wide, and my lips puffy from kissing. The sight of Owen behind me, his hands splayed possessively on my hips, reminds me of a morally gray, dark romance character. A predator closing in on its prey.
"Don't take your eyes off yourself," he murmurs, voice thick with lust. "I want you to see how fucking perfect you are."
My throat bobs as I nod slowly, obeying his orders like a dog on a leash.
I watch as his hands travel teasingly up my sides, bunching the fabric of my cover between his long fingers. The anticipation is maddening, both enthralling and excruciating.
I shiver as Owen slides the straps off my shoulders, the fabric pooling at my waist, exposing my bare skin to the humid air and to Owen’s ravenous gaze in the reflection.
He meets my eyes in the glass, his jaw clenched and pupils blown wide.
I can’t look away from the image of myself, breathless and wearing nothing but my bikini. My mouth parts as Owen’s calloused hands skim up my torso, his long fingers spanning against my ribs.
He tugs the dress lower, slowly peeling it down my hips inch by inch like a striptease for one. My bikini top is already dangerously loose, barely clinging to my shoulders.
Owen’s jaw flexes as he hooks a finger in the strap around my neck, pulling until it unties, and my breasts spill free.
I can see it all in the mirror—the way my back arches and pushes my boobs out, the tremble in my legs, the possessive way Owen looks at me, like he can’t decide where to touch me first.
My nipples are puckered and swollen, pleading to be played with. I audibly gasp when Owen cups my breasts beneath his rough hands, the sensation causing my pussy to spasm without being touched.
“Look at you,” Owen hums, “so fucking gorgeous I can’t stand it. You want to know what you do to me, Meadow? Watch.”
He lowers his hand between my thighs and presses his palm against the thin, nylon fabric of my swimsuit bottoms.
“Fuck,” I exhale, dropping my head back against his shoulder as I feel a thick drop of wetness leak from my core.
“You’re desperate for it, aren't you?” he rumbles possessively. “You’re so fucking wet for me, and I haven’t even taken these off yet.”
He gives my pussy a jarring squeeze through my bottoms, my mouth falling open in a silent plea.
I bite my lip to hold back a moan, dizzy from the sight of Owen towering above me as he rubs me over fabric.
When he hooks his thumb under the band of my bikini bottoms and drags them down, I can’t help the needy sound that escapes me.
The bottoms stop mid-thigh before he gives them one last tug and lets them fall, exposing my bare pussy to the night air.
Owen steps back, fixing his smoldering gaze on my naked body in the mirror, staring at me with a look that seems more animal than human.
For a long moment, I don’t know what to do with my hands. I fidget, one arm crossed over my lower belly, the other hovering uselessly near my waist.
Owen arches a challenging brow, and I drop my arms, humiliated by how quickly I feel the need to obey his every command.
My cheeks flush to a deep pink as I focus back on myself, taking everything in.
My dark hair is a tangled mess, cascading down my cheeks and shoulders. I shudder, completely stripped down and exposed, but I can’t look away from the mirror.
My skin gleams under the moonlight pouring in through the large windows, the rest of the room shaded in deep blues.
Owen moves behind me, his shorts brushing my ass as his fingers drag unhurriedly down my spine. I swear I can feel the intensity of his gaze tracing every inch of exposed skin, memorizing the sight of my nakedness.
He traces a line up to the nape of my neck and back down the small of my back, stopping to wrap his fingers around my hips as his thumbs press deep into my waist.
His eyes darken as he rakes his gaze down my body, letting out a low hum of satisfaction that almost sounds like a growl. He lowers his chin on my shoulder as our eyes meet in the glass.
"Thisis how I always see you," he murmurs, running his palms up my torso before cupping my breasts from behind. "The most stunning, brilliant woman. I’ve never seen anything like you."
He gives my breasts a sensual squeeze, then releases me and steps back, giving me space to see the full spectacle of my naked body on display.
