Soren's fingers curled inside her with devastating precision, stroking that sensitive spot deep within her walls while his thumb continued its slow, relentless circles over her clit. The silk slip was bunched around her waist now, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the way her pussy glistened around his knuckles, slick and swollen and greedy for more.
"Look at yourself, Your Majesty," he murmured against her ear, voice soft and polite as velvet. "See how beautifully you open for me."
Eris's breath hitched, her gaze locked on the mirror despite the flush burning across her cheeks. She watched his hand disappear between her thighs again and again... two fingers now, pumping slowly, deliberately, stretching her with every measured thrust. The wet sounds were obscene, loud in the quiet chamber, her arousal coating his fingers until they shone.
