His gloved hand didn't leave hers and he wouldn't let her close her eyes when the pleasure hit.
“Do not look away. I want you to look at this and remember it forever. Look at the mirror.”
By Ignas.
This mirror.
This wasn't what she had in mind at all the first time she had seen this mirror.
It was like Fate wanted her to burn this moment into her memory in every way possible, so she could forever remember this moment— her moment of defeat.
Her fingers sank into her wet entrance and her thumb rubbed over her clit, her rhythm fast. She wished it was his hands doing this to her instead, but Eli wore his guilt as gloves and he kept himself from desires that he had longed for as punishment.
She fell back against him, mumbling incoherent words as she felt the pleasure spread to the tip of her toes, that it was hard to stand. His head dipped and his tongue rolled over her nipple.
It hit right then.
“Eli…” she moaned.
