Page 69 of Nidev and Lyric

He lowered onto the seat until his body framed hers. His powerful thighs along hers, his chest pressed against her back, his arms folded around her like a cage meant to protect and possess.

He moved his gaze back to the mirror, his silver eyes dark with hunger. “Look and see what I see,” he whispered, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot and damp. “Your beauty. Your strength. Your worth. All of it.”

His hands slid over her shoulders, his fingers tracing the line of her collarbone before gliding down to the first button at the back of her dress. To seeandfeel him in the same momentwas like experiencing him twice. The combination was brand new and filled her with an arousal she could get addicted to.

He undid the buttons one by one, the fabric loosening until it slipped from her shoulders, pooling around her waist. The white lace of her bra clung to her skin, innocent and delicate, but the way he looked at the real her then her reflection made her feel anything but pure.

His hands roamed over her, smoothing over the soft lace, his fingers pressing gently against her breasts, his touch possessive and worshipful.

“Even like this,” he murmured, his voice a guttural growl, “you’re beautiful. Exquisite.” He guided her hands to her own body, forcing her to feel herself through his touch. Her fingers slid over her skin, her own touch foreign and strange, but with his hands guiding her, it felt like something more. Something sacred. And very arousing.

“Look at yourself,” he urged, his voice threading through her. “See yourself the way I do. Not just with my eyes. With my heart. With my soul.”

Her chest tightened as his words wrapped around her, tearing away barriers she had no idea she’d built.

“Do you see?” he asked, his voice a dark caress.

“Yes.” The word came out broken and breathless.

His mouth found her neck, his teeth scraping over her skin before his tongue soothed. His fingers trailed, following the lines of her body until they found the straps of her bra. He slid them down, the delicate lace gliding over her skin before he lowered the fabric, baring her completely to the mirror.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she lowered her eyes.

“Don’t look away,” he ordered, his voice low and rough, eyes locked on hers through the mirror. “Not from this. From us.”

His hands slid down her chest, his fingers splaying wide over her breasts. The touch was both reverent and possessive, his heat sinking into her skin and stealing her breath.

“Look at yourself,” he commanded softly, his gaze never leaving hers. “See how beautiful you are. How perfect you are. How much I want you.”

The raw hunger in his stare reflected back at her, his hands kneading, fingers teasing her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. A soft whimper escaped her as her body arched into his hands.

“Seehow much you crave me,” he rasped. “How your body responds to me.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

His mouth lowered to her ear, his breath a hot caress. “Show me how you want to be touched. Where you want to be touched.”

Her fingers curled around his wrists, her touch shaking as she guided his hands to her stomach and pressed his palms against her. Desire broke in her throat as she moved his touch lower, opening her thighs.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his breaths thick on her neck. “Show me where you want me to worship you.”

When she moved his hands over her thighs, he exhaled and slid up her dress, lifting it over her head and removing it. “Show me,” he whispered, placing his hands on her thighs.

She guided his hands, making him open her legs.

“Mmmm,” he murmured with a dark hunger at her ear.

She moved his hand to her panties, her breath shaking. Desperate.

“Here?” he whispered, stroking all his fingers right over her pussy, making her gasp and moan, the sight of it in the mirror bringing a breathtaking heat.

“Yes,” she said, covering his hands, making his fingers press. “Oh yes,” she gasped, moving her hips. She took his finger and guided him to the edge of her panties, pulling them aside.

“Fuck yes,” he shuddered, holding her panties open with one hand and touching with the other.

Her breaths shook as she moved his fingers on her clit.

They both watched in the mirror and she opened her legs wider.

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