Page 70 of Sinful Embers

Silently, I approach her from behind, drinking in the sight of her reflection. Mine.

"You look stunning," I confess, my voice husky with desire.

Leigh smiles softly, dragging the brush through her thick auburn waves. "I'm glad you like it," she murmurs. "We never really had the chance to celebrate our wedding night properly."

A flicker of sadness crosses her eyes, a shadow of the harrowing fortnight she spent in that dungeon.

Maintaining eye contact through the mirror, I wrap my arms around her waist, my lips grazing the delicate curve of her neck. I breathe her in—warmth, sweetness, something uniquely Leigh. She shivers as I trail slow, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder.

My hands move with purpose. One slips under the sheer fabric, palming the heavy swell of her breast, my thumb circling over her nipple. The other slides lower, fingers skimming over her stomach before dipping between her thighs.

My name escapes her lips on a breathy gasp.

I press my erection against the curve of her ass as my fingers explore, finding her warm, slick, and ready. "So wet for me already," I groan, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with slow, deliberate circles.

Her lashes flutter, her body instinctively arching against me. "Radomir…"

That voice. Like sin, like surrender.

In the mirror, our eyes remain locked, our reflection a sinful tableau of dark desire.

She reaches for the hem of her negligee, lifting it to grant me full view of my fingers working between her thighs. Fuck. It’s so erotic I feel my control slip.

Her hips begin a slow, hypnotic grind, rolling against my fingers. Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips before she catches the bottom one between her teeth, her pleasure building.

"Take it off," I murmur, voice rough with need.

Leigh purrs in response, slipping the straps from her shoulders. The fabric pools at her feet, leaving her bare and exposed before the mirror.

Perfection.

I move my fingers down. “Open your legs for me.”

She does as I ask, her breath coming in short, needy gasps as she watches me touch her.

"Show me how you pleasure yourself, Leigh." My voice is dark, commanding. "Open that pretty pussy and make yourself come for me. I want to watch."

A whimper escapes her lips as she hesitates, eyes flicking between my reflection and the sight of my fingers still circling her clit.

Then—she obeys.

With one hand, she parts her slick folds, exposing herself to me. The other begins a slow, teasing dance over her swollen bud, her fingers gliding, pressing, flicking.

"Ahhh," she exhales, her body trembling.

She’s close. So fucking close.

But before she can tip over the edge, I grab her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth, licking them clean.

“You taste so sweet,” I growl. "I want to eat you."

I strip off my shirt, my body pressing against hers as she rubs her back against my solid chest. Then I drop to my knees, pulling her down with me until she’s straddling my face.

"Feed me your pussy, Leigh."

Her pupils dilate. Lust, surrender. She gives herself to me completely, sinking down onto my waiting mouth.

I devour her.

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