His hold on my throat tightens as his thrusts grow deeper and more desperate. I don’t look away from the mirror—the sight of him buried deep inside me is intoxicating. The sound of skin against skin fills the room as he sets a punishing pace.
“Fuck, sweetness,” he grits out. “You feel even better than I remembered.”
His hand comes down on my ass again, the sharp sting blending with pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?” He watches me squirm. “I felt you tightening around me when I spanked you.”
“Yes.” I moan, the pleasure coiling tight in my stomach following his words. Every thrust sends sparks of heat licking up my spine, pushing me closer to the finish line.
My fingers curl against the glass as I try to ground myself, but I’m already too far gone in every way possible.
“Come for me,” he rasps, biting at my ear lobe. “Show me what a good girl you are.”
His words and a few more thrusts tumble me over the edge. My pussy clenches around him, overwhelming pleasure ripping through me. His grip tightens on my waist as he follows, spilling deep inside me with a guttural groan.
Everything stills; the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing. Rasmus doesn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he keeps me pressed against the mirror, admiring us as we catch our breaths.
When he eases out of me, his eyes flicker down, and his breath catches. “Look at that.”
The way he enjoys watching his release slowly leak from between my thighs makes me want more. But before I have a chance to say or do anything about it, he swipes a finger through my sensitive center. He brings the evidence of our lovemaking to my lips.
I part them for him, tasting him, tasting us. Something about it is even more intimate than the sex itself. His guttural groan is immediate as his free hand grips my waist again. “Fuck, Haisley. You’re going to kill me.”
I turn and press a kiss on his bearded jaw. “Not tonight.”
Growling, he kisses me and moans, enjoying the taste of us lingering on my lips.
Putting too much weight on my hurt ankle, I wince as the aftermath of our lovemaking sends a sharp ache through me. Rasmus catches it and curses under his breath. “I should’ve realized it would be too much.”
“Why don’t you take me to bed for round two?”
He chuckles, hoisting me up and lays me down gently. “Sweetness, I think we both need sleep after the day we’ve had.”
I playfully pout, and he mutters something about teasing him before sliding in beside me. His hands roam over my skin again, this time lazier. His lips follow, pressing soft kisses on my shoulder.
“You really want more?” he asks me between kisses.
I hum in response, my body still recovering. My skin is hypersensitive under his touch, but I can’t seem to have enough. But this time, there’s no urgency. Just us.
Rasmus breathes me in. “I’m tempted because you smell like us. Fuck, it’s hot.”
“I love the way you smell, too,” I admit. “Like the woods, sex, and home combined.”
He groans softly, wrapping an arm around my waist. “That might be the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
He traces his hand over the spot where he spanked me.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a serious tone. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shake my head. “Not at all.”
He turns me around so we’re facing each other. Looking deep into my eyes, he asks. “It wasn’t too much?”
“No.” I press a hand to his chest over the tattoo of a swallow near his heart, feeling its steady rhythm beneath my palm. “It was just different.”
“Good different?”
“Really good different.”
