Year 28 - J.L. Mac Page 0,70

penetrating. He twirls me to face the bathroom mirror again so we are staring at our reflection. “Look at us,” he says not for a moment relaxing the onslaught of seduction. His hands land on my bare thighs beneath my bargain sundress. His palms graze over my skin until he finds the hem of my panties. He tugs them down, exposing me to the cool air. Sy maneuvers himself until his erection is freed from his jeans. The hot length of him presses against my ass teasingly. His chin juts out as he watches my response to him through eyelids turned heavy with lust.

“This,” he growls, reaching to force me to stare straight ahead at the shameless woman in the mirror who is grinding herself against Sy’s cock with parted lips, flushed cheeks and nipples drawn tightly into peaks, visible through my bra and dress. “… Is home,” he growls as his cock slips between my thighs. He drags his flesh slowly between my legs making me shiver with need.

“Please,” I find myself whispering in a voice I don’t recognize. No man has ever made me feel this needy and desperate. Sy’s normally playful demeanor is replaced by a man turned feral. The tip of his cock presses forward between my slick heat and he pauses there, letting the promise of release tease my entrance. I nod my head, silently giving him my permission to take my body as he wishes. His hands hold my hips in a bruising grasp. Angling my hips back toward him pleadingly, I tease him with my needy center, slickened with desire. He tilts his hips and drives home, forcing me up on my tiptoes until my arches ache. My mouth rounds in an O shape and all breathing stops for one painfully long moment as Sy stays fully rooted in me. He pistons his hips, driving into me with abandon.

“Rae,” he growls into my ear. My body hums for him, impending ecstasy simmering through my veins.

“Yes,” I moan. “You feel so good, Sy.” My voice is thick and breathless and alien even to my own ears.

“You’re mine, Rae,” he breathes, a wrinkle of determination caught between his dark brows. “Always have been,” he adds on a particularly powerful thrust. He pauses, searching my face in the reflection in the mirror.

Before I even realize it I’m nodding my head and murmuring a throaty, “Yes.” At that, Sylas loses control, his pelvis slapping hard against my ass with each plunge he takes. His strong fingers dig into one hipbone just as his other hand reaches around the front of me. His rough fingers stroke my most sensitive spot with a gentleness that belies the brute he is. Ginger but firm ministrations encourage the gathering firestorm in my stomach. Something akin to nearing the top of a roller coaster’s big drop is evoked in me. It’s like the distinct metallic clinking of each move, ascending inch by inch higher and higher still.

Then comes the magnificent drop.

My stomach bends and seems to explode as my breathing halts completely, my lungs ache, my eyes water, my mouth rounds, my cheeks burn as I fall and fall and fall completely apart. My flesh quakes violently. Spasms that reverberate through my bones work Sylas’ remarkable cock, urging him toward his own release. I can’t breathe for the longest moment, my vision dims and then all at once I break the surface of my ecstasy, gasping for precious sips of oxygen. My eyes are glued to our reflection in the mirror. I watch him drive forward several more times, his fingers digging roughly into the flesh of both my hips as though he thinks I could vanish. Then his penetrating molten gaze locks with mine in the mirror and his jaw locks, his breath hisses through his teeth. “Mine,” he growls with such passion that I feel its echo transcend through him and into me as he meets his release, spilling himself into me.

“Don’t you want to return to this? Don’t you want to come home? To me?” he asks hoarsely.

It wouldn’t be the first time—and it won’t be the last—that I wished in vain with every molecule of my being that I could return to Sylas Broussard.

But in vain is precisely what my wish is because nothing, not even Sylas can change the hideous truth and the fact that I could never be his again. We are tainted. Our paths in life are meant to remain on different courses, even if