Page 14 of Taste of Thorns

“I smell so bad. I got all sweaty yesterday and–”

“You smell fucking amazing,” I growl, caging her against the wall with my arms. “And you look beautiful.”

I reach around the back of her head and snap away the hair bind, so that her own locks fall around her face.

“In fact, you should see just how beautiful you are.”

I take a hold of her wrist and walk her to stand in front of the full-length mirror. Her gaze automatically falls to the scars criss-crossing her stomach.

I hook my finger under her chin and raise her gaze so she’s looking at her face, my own hovering above her shoulder.

“See, so beautiful. But you know when you look most beautiful, Kitten?” She shakes her head. “When you come.” I nuzzle my nose against her ear. “You ever watched yourself come, Kitten?”

“No,” she says, her voice all breathy, her scent becoming aroused.

“Then we’d better change that.”

I glide my hand down her stomach and into her panties. She sighs as my fingers ghost along the seam of her pussy lips. As usual, they’re already swollen and when I reach her pussy hole, there’s a trickle of arousal. I chuckle. She’s so damn sensitive, so easy to turn on.

“I fucking adore this pussy,” I tell her, lifting my gaze to watch her reflection in the mirror. “Just like I adore you, little Kitten. I mean, look at those tits. They are perfect. So full, so round. And those nipples.” I groan and the noise sends more arousal trickling from her and those pink nipples crinkle and harden. “Pert,” I whisper into her ear. “And crying out for some attention. Going to give them some?”

“Wh-what?” she gasps, as I stroke my fingers over her clit, making her melt against my body.

“Take those tits in your hands, Kitten, and show them some attention.”

She squirms. “I-I-I–”

With my free hand, I take a hold of her throat, keeping her chin firm in my grasp so she can’t look away.

“Yes, you can.”

Her tongue flicks out to wet her bottom lip and then she takes a breast in each of her small hands.

“Fuck,” I groan, “good girl.” I reward her with a flicker of magic against her clit.

She whimpers and her eyes flutter shut.

“Uh uh, keep them open. I want you to see.”

She opens her eyes, bright and green, flickering up to meet my gaze in the mirror.

“Eyes on yourself, not me. I’m not the beautiful one here.”

“You are,” she says.

I grin at her, grinding my hard cock into her ass. “I am, am I?”

“Ridiculously so. It isn’t fair.”

I chuckle again. “I can do beautiful things with my fingers and my cock. You just have to do something for me first.”

“What?” she says, grinding that fat ass of hers against my cock.

“Play with your tits.”

She bites her lip. Her cheeks are all pink now, her skin flushed and her panties wet.

She pinches her nipples between her fingers and thumbs and rolls them back and forth.