“Have you watched yourself?” I ask, flicking more buttons free.
A slight headshake.
“Tonight, you will. I can tell you want to very much, now that I’ve put the idea into your mind.” I graze my lips along her ear. “I’ve seen you like that—in the throes of climax, your little scowl, trying to be quiet when you’re aching to scream.”
The dress gapes open, buttons undone as far down as I can reach. The swell of her full breasts rises and falls in quick waves. I push the dress off her shoulders and over her hips. It puddles around her high-heeled feet, leaving her in a matching bra and panties—the barest lace, pale peach.
I unclasp the bra, and she twists her arms to drop it on the floor. The warm weight of her generous tits fills my palms. I stroke her nipples, featherlight. Her attention follows the movement of my hands, rapt. Even at the mirror’s distance I can see her pupils have spread into pools of desire.
“Voyeur. Shadow. Wicked thief,” I whisper.
The cascade of her hair is like satin against my skin as my cheek presses to the side of her head, keeping her gaze aligned with mine. Together we’re riveted to the mirror’s reflection as I tease her body.
She parts her legs a few inches in unspoken invitation, and my right hand drifts down the plane of her belly in a tantalizingly slow migration.
“Thief?” she asks. “What have I stolen?”
I give her left nipple a pinch, and she rises on her toes with a squeak.
“My sleep, my peace—”
My heart…
“—my sanity.” I cup a hand over her mound, and through the lace I feel the humid heat of her need. With a fingertip I trace a circle, and she moans.
“Touch me,” she begs in a ragged murmur. “More, please… oh God…”
When I move the fabric aside, advancing through one leg of the delicate undergarment, Natalia arches into the path of my fingertips, widening her legs further.
“That’s it,” she breathes. “Yes, your hands are perfect…”
I run two fingers along either side of her clit, diving to converge at her slick entrance, pausing, luxuriating in the feel of her wetness. She bucks against me.
“Put them inside me,” she pleads. “Do you know how much I’ve thought about this?”
I dip in just to a knuckle, then retreat, flirting with her tight pussy, which twitches with longing. The nipple I stroke with my thumb is rigid and flushed with arousal. I drag Natalia’s hot nectar up to her clit and massage, slow and slick, studying her reaction, captivated by her open pleasure.
“My God—look at us,” I say in wonder. “We’re spellbinding together. Luscious witch… feel what you do to me.”
My cock is like marble and my heart drums against the smooth slope of Natalia’s back. My fingers work her in lazy, steady strokes, and she pants and whimpers. Against the support of my legs, her own tremble as she gets closer.
“So powerful,” I tell her, my voice rough with lust. “Right now, armies would kneel before you to share this moment. Your eyes, Talia… don’t hide. See the sweetness spill through you as you reach the peak. Take everything you deserve.”
Her breathing comes in short, musical gasps and her head nods ever so slightly in welcome as—with a faint, lascivious smile—shecries out quietly, jabbing her nails into my thighs. She squints but keeps her eyes open, locked on the spectacle of her own bliss.
“You’re radiant,” I say soothingly as she sags backward into my embrace. I wind my arms around her and kiss her damp temple. “Like a comet, tearing the night sky in half.”
She rotates in my arms and lays her head against my collarbone, her quick breathing slowing. I comb both hands into her hair and coax her to look at me.
“Do you want more, kleine Hexe?”
“Yes.Yes.”
I angle her head to the side and place my lips near her ear. “The necklace.”
She goes stiff with startlement, eyes snapping to meet mine, and I nod.
“You have a naughty habit of misplacing your belongings,” I chide. “I want you wearing that necklace when I fuck you.”
