thirty-six #5
I barely had time to catch my balance before he spun me toward the full-length mirror, the cool glass looming in front of me. His hands made quick work of tugging my shorts down to my thighs, leaving me exposed, breathless, my palms flattening against the frame for balance.
One hand pressed into the small of my back, urging me forward, the other tangling in my hair to keep my eyes on our reflection.
"Look," he growled in my ear, his chest searing hot against my back. "Look at how bad you want it."
And then he was inside me—fast, deep, no hesitation. The shock of it ripped a cry from my throat, my fingers clutching at the mirror's edge to stay upright.
He didn't go slow. Not even close. His hips snapped into me, brutal, relentless, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room.
"Brooks—oh my god—" The words poured out without filter, my reflection wild-eyed, lips parted, every thrust knocking them wider.
He bit down on my ear, hard enough to make me whimper, his hand sliding from my hair to palm rough over my breast, thumb circling my nipple through the thin fabric of my top.
The other hand slid lower, brazen and unhurried in its cruelty, pressing firm against my clit with every thrust until my knees buckled.
"You feel that?" he rasped against my neck, biting, sucking, every word jagged. "You're dripping for me—look at yourself, Amira. Look."
I couldn't look away even if I wanted to—me flushed, ruined, his body caging mine in, pounding into me with a hunger I hadn't seen in him before.
And god help me, I wanted more.
The pressure built fast, too fast—every thrust knocking the air out of me, his fingers ruthless on my clit, dragging me closer and closer until I was trembling against the mirror.
"Come on," he rasped in my ear, teeth catching the shell of it. "Let me feel you."
I shattered, body locking tight around him as a cry tore out of my throat, my reflection nothing but sweat and flushed skin, mouth open on a sob. He held me there, grinding through my release, curses tumbling out under his breath as he fucked me harder, chasing his own edge.
Seconds later, he groaned low, ragged, and I felt him spill inside me, his thrusts sharp, final. His forehead pressed to my shoulder, his chest heaving against my back, both of us strung out and breathless.
But not finished. Not even close.
He pulled out slow, tugging my shorts the rest of the way off before scooping me into his arms like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, my head falling back as he carried me across the room and dropped me onto the bed.
The sheets were cool against my skin, but the way he looked down at me was hotter than anything. His hair messy, chest slick, eyes burning like he couldn't get enough.
"You think I'm done with you?" he murmured, almost mocking, crawling up the bed after me.
I shook my head, already tugging at him, needing him closer.
He kissed me—messy, wet, all teeth and tongue and heat.
Saliva smeared between us, slicking my chin as his tongue dragged deep into my mouth, like he wanted to devour me whole.
I whimpered into it, clutching at his shoulders, tasting him everywhere.
His hand slid down my stomach, teasing, and for a second I thought he'd go down on me, but instead he broke the kiss long enough to rasp, "Get on top."
I obeyed without hesitation, straddling him, my thighs gripping his hips as he lined himself up again. I sank down on him slow, too slow, the stretch making both of us groan. His hands locked on my waist, but I was already moving—with everything I had left.
The kissing was worse—better. Filthy. His tongue met mine over and over, spit clinging between us when I pulled back for breath, then smeared wet again when I crashed back down to his mouth. His chin was wet, my lips slick, and I didn't care. I wanted him everywhere, wanted him ruined under me.
"Fuck, Amira—" he groaned, head tipping back, but I yanked him down by the back of the neck, forcing him to keep kissing me.
Every snap of my hips sent us closer, his hands sliding up my back, down to my ass, gripping hard as I rode him faster. The sound of it filled the room—our breath, our moans, the slap of skin.
And when I came again, crying out against his mouth, he swallowed it whole, kissing me through it, tongue deep, his own release following seconds later, sharp and guttural.
We collapsed together, still kissing, still licking into each other's mouths like we hadn't had enough—even as our bodies shook from too much.
I tried to lift off him, but his arms locked around me, holding me down.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" His voice was raw, low against my lips.
I laughed breathlessly, forehead pressed to his. "To breathe?"
He kissed me again—sloppy, insistent, tasting like he'd never let me go.
"Breathe later," he murmured, dragging me back down to his mouth.
I laughed into his mouth, but he swallowed it whole, kissing me like he planned to ruin me all over again.
I wrote Brooks POV for chapters 5 and 19. I can either post them now or wait until the book is over and post them as like bonus chapters.