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Rhodes---Mirrored Love

I hear her trying to steady her breathing, making me look up from my book. Amelia is standing in the doorframe, trepidation in her eyes at the idea of crossing the threshold. Her time in our bathtub seemed to help settle her, but I’d then thrown her off edge with this set of lingerie.

Her matching set is black, sheer, criss-crossing just above her belly. The style forces her to be front and center, instead of shrinking into herself. Her eyes are even more strikingly haunting because of it.

Gods, she is gorgeous. The way that lace lays against her skin, the gentle slope of her breasts teasing my control. The tousle of hair escaping her loose bun, brushing her collarbone, begging to be pulled as my lips find that sensual part of her. The dampness from her bath still lingers on that tanned skin, a scattering of light I’d follow into the darkness.

She hesitates, her arms creeping up to hide herself from my view, to hide the repercussions of her decision to lead her Outfit.

“I don’t want to lose control,” she whispers, her confession bouncing off the walls like a ghostly echo. “I…” her voice trailing off into nothing.

“Baby,” I whisper, my voice softening so as not to scare her further. I fold the corner of the page down, marking the poem I’d been reading.

Her bottom lip trembled, eyes darting everywhere but mine. I didn’t dare begin to imagine what was running through her head. She’d been burned—hurt before, and this? This act of explicit vulnerability was taking every morsel of courage she contained in that goddess body. She was replacing what they had done with what she was choosing of her own volition. She was fucking terrified, even if she’d never admit to it.

“You are safe here, Amelia. It’s just us,” I croon. “Just you and just me.”

I moved, inching my way closer; she is so wrapped up in her head, she doesn’t realize I am right in front of her. I trace my fingers over the hem hugging her hips. “Amelia, baby, look at me.” I move her arms down to her sides, fingertips tracing the curves of her, roaming upward toward that delicate neck I adore. Cupping her jaw with a firm hand, the other gripping the nape of her neck, I lean in. Her grey eyes, covered in a sheen I hate, meet mine reluctantly.

“I need you to get out of your head, Amelia. There isn’t a single inch of you I don’t love. These curves? Made for my hands. This body? Fucking designed for me. You are mine, baby. That voice yelling right now? Let me silence it. Let me drown it in your pleasure.”

Spinning her around, I slowly walk us to the large mirror in the corner, its frame speckled with patina. It reminds me of the woman in my grasp. Weathered but still remarkable. My hands flex on her soft hips, the rolls there utter perfection.

I will love her loud enough to vanquish her demons. I will remind her of the power she holds.

“Ro,” she whispers. “I’m not sure I can do this.”

I grab her throat, cupping her jaw and keep my eyes on hers in the mirror. “Eyes, kochanie . Your eyes do not leave this mirror, understand?”

‘Rhodes,” she starts again.

“You wanted to know how it feels to be loved by someone who loves you, yes? This is me, loving you.”

Pulling the hair tie from my hair, I place it on my wrist before giving my full attention to the goddess before me. “You say stop, we stop. But I want you to let me lead, understand?” Amelia nods, a quiet confirmation slipping between her lips.

I bring my left hand to trail along her body, soft touches that are ablaze with intention. I trace the sheer paneling of her lingerie, watching her skin pebble and her nipples harden. Amelia’s breath quickens as a blush begins to bloom on her face. Sliding one finger under the thin bra strap, I toy with it before slipping it just off her shoulder, reaching into the sheer cup, and taking her in my hand. Amelia is softest here, heavy and large in the best possible way.

Placing kisses gently on her shoulder as I run my nose up the column of her neck, I begin peeling the cup away from her. I do the same with the other thin strap, slowly running one finger underneath it, before slipping my palm to cup her breast. I bite the soft flesh just below her ear, keeping our gazes locked as I unhook her bra, letting it fall to her feet. My eyebrows furrow when I catch the first scar on the fleshy underside of her breast, then the second along her ribs. A whimper escapes Amelia’s mouth. Taking my hands, I run them along her sides, skimming her wide hips.

I pull her into me, resting my hands on her stomach. I feel her start to suck herself in under my touch, and I nip her earlobe in warning. “I love all of you, kochanie ,” I whisper along her pebbled skin.

I circle her, stopping in front of her, blocking her view momentarily until dropping to my knees before her, rubbing my nose on her soft stomach. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband of her panties, I peel the lace away from the softest skin, the scent of her reaching my nose. She smells divine, and I want to drown in her. My fingers explore every inch of her dimpled skin, running along her stretch marks lining her lower belly and tops of her thighs. I fully see her Medusa tattoo, the ink now a reminder of her strength, of her beauty.

Amelia fidgets. Her fists clench beside my face and I know she wants to cover herself. For her, letting me see her scars makes what is between us real.

I trail soft pecks along her skin, nipping and lapping the pain away. Amelia sighs and when I glance up, I see the way she is starting to slip into her safe space, the one place she can let go. My eyes roam her body, memorizing every dip and every curve. I brush my thumbs along her skin, wanting to keep her present. As I stand, I place a kiss on each brand. They are a soft reminder that she is mine; that despite her demons, I am here.

The left side of her hip.

Kiss.

The top of her pelvis.

Kiss.

Her sternum.

Kiss.

Her ribs.

Kiss.

The flesh of her breast.

Kiss. ??

Amelia tenses with each spot and I feel the way she is struggling with being this bare, this vulnerable with me. Her eyes drop to mine. I stand, tracing her with my gaze and return to my spot behind her. I release her hair from the confines of her claw clip, brushing it back over her shoulders. I purposefully keep my touches feather light.

I want to coax her back to bliss.

I begin at her collar, that soft spot where Amelia’s neck slopes into her strong shoulders. I dance my caress down her arm, writing my love upon her skin. I bring her hand to reach back around my neck, making her body stretch against mine. Snaking my other hand around to her hip, I cup her pussy, feeling the warmth of her and I gently squeeze. A moan falls from her lips as her head falls back onto my shoulder.

“Eyes, kochanie .” I murmur in her hair, my mouth planting kisses while I watch us in the mirror. “Look at you. Such a good girl.”

My palm moves back down her arm before running over her ribcage, giving the brand there a brush with my thumb. I take her heavy breast into my hand. She overflows my grip, and I roll her pert nipple between two fingers. Amelia gasps, pushing her chest into my hand, as she arches her back further.

I slip one finger into her folds, running it along her wetness gathering there, before trailing it up to her other breast. I take Amelia’s arousal, coating her erect nipple with it, before tugging and pinching the firm bud slightly. I look up at the mirror, noting the way Amelia has relaxed. Her mouth is parted, and those eyes are heavily lidded with desire. I return my hand to her pussy. I slip two fingers deep inside, hooking them, and wrapping my right hand around her hips. I rub the sponge-like spot within her as our eyes lock. Amelia’s hips begin to grind against my hand.

“That’s it. Gods, I love you.” Her whimper fills the silence. A moan giving way to the softest sigh. In this moment, I am in charge, and Amelia willingly lays down her armor. “You are a goddess, Amelia Conte. I have never seen anything more exquisite than the masterpiece in front of me.”

I yank my fingers from her, spinning Amelia to face me. The hesitation from earlier is gone, having been replaced with desire, with yearning. I push our bodies backward until she reaches the side of the bed, gently pushing her to lay against the knit comforter. Her hair fans around her face as that plush bottom lip is pulled between her teeth.

I spread her legs, exposing her swollen pussy, and I pull her to the edge. “Knees to the bed, Amelia.” She obeys, pushing her knees as far apart as they will go. I see the final brand in the crux of her groin, and my lips move toward it. She squirms, her hands flying to my hair, weaving those fingers through my mane. I feel the scrape of her nails as she pulls against me.

“Rhodes. I’m so scared.” I lift my head and see her clinging to the last wall of the defenses my kochanie has built.

“Why is this one different, Amelia?” I leave no room for negotiation in my question, pinning her with my stare. “What makes this brand so scary?”

“I’ve never let someone this close.”

That single sentence breaks my heart. While I have brought her pleasure from this position, Amelia has never been bared to me. This is the brand she’s kept hidden from the world. I am the first person to see it. I will be the last. I rest my chin on her calf and peer up at her. “I know, baby. I know. You say stop, we stop.” I lick my lips, letting my words sink in for a moment. “But I will never stop loving you, do you understand me?”

I wait, watching the woman above me process what I’ve just said. For the first time in her life, a man is loving her unconditionally. A man wants her for more than what her body can provide, and I know that is a foreign concept for Amelia.

A shuddering breath, the pulling in of her lips, and a shaky nod is all I’m given before Amelia guides me back to where she is branded. I place a gentle kiss there, replacing every negative thought with love before continuing to her glistening sex. A broad stroke with my tongue nearly sends her arching off the bed. I chuckle against her core. I lavish her with my mouth, sucking her lips between mine, while holding her legs open. Amelia puts pressure on the back of my head, keeping me right where she wants me. I bring her to the edge, over and over, denying her the free fall she craves each time.

“Please, Rhodes.” Her voice is needy now. I won’t last long once I start fucking her.

Standing, I grab a pillow from the bed, slipping it under her hips to change the angle. After pulling the shirt over my head with one hand, I begin slipping my jeans and underwear down my legs. I give my hard cock a tug, smearing the bead of precum over the head with my thumb before rolling the condom over my length. One day, I’ll take her bare. I cover her body with mine, forcefully placing her hands above her head.

“I love you,” I say against her mouth. “Are you going to let me love you the best way I know, kochanie ?”

Amelia’s eyes dart along my face before meeting mine, and she gives me a small smile.

“I love you too,” she whispers.

I surge forward, capturing her lips in mine, my tongue plunging into her mouth and coaxing her to match my pace. It is a clashing of willpower, the crumbling of walls, and it feels like a symphony crescendoing between us. She loves me. I will never tire of her saying those words. Tears fall from her eyes, leaving rivets on her cheeks as I kiss them away.

“Love me, Rhodes Alexander. Make me yours, in every way.” Amelia barely chokes the words out before my resolve snaps.

My hips thrust forward, and it feels like coming home. Amelia’s body bows into mine, a pant falling from her mouth. Her grey eyes go dark for a moment. I bring one hand to grasp her jaw, keeping her gaze on me. “Eyes, kochanie . I am the only one in this bed. The only one who gets to claim this body.” Her pussy is a vice around my cock, tight and perfect. I move my grasp to the back of her neck, looking down between us.

“You take me so well, baby. Look at this pretty pussy stretched around me. Such a pretty sight, isn’t it?” She hums, shifting her hips. I pull out nearly all the way before slamming back into her. My movements are not gentle or forgiving.

“Fuck,” she whispers. I push into her again, my hips snapping against the backs of her thighs and I hook one knee over my elbow. I pull her leg up and out, forcing her to spread wider for me. Gods, that’s it. “Rhodes. Fuck. Please. Fuck.”

I feel the fluttering of her around my length. I rub my other hand up the middle of her chest, firmly resting at the base of her neck. I let it stay there, my hips moving more frantically. Amelia is meeting me with each stroke.

“That’s it, baby. Take your pleasure. You can fall, I have you.”

“I can’t.” Amelia’s eyes droop closed as she inches closer to that ledge.

“You can, kochanie . Give me those eyes.” She snaps them open. “Good girl, let go, Amelia. I will catch you. Let fucking go and come for me.” Her orgasm is a gentle wave at first and as she free falls, it reaches its crest, strangling my cock. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. My brave girl.”

I follow her over the ledge, spilling into the condom before slowly pulling out. I remove the sheath, tying the end as I walk into the bathroom. Snagging a washcloth, I run the water until warm, wetting the cloth and returning to the woman who loves me.

She’s still laying in our bed, her breathing slow and eyes closed. I see her rub her head into the mattress, and I gently tap her legs to clean her up. Amelia hums her contentment. I toss the rag in the hamper before tugging her up into our bed. I lay against the headboard, placing her head in my lap, running my fingers through her hair as she comes down from her high. I cover her body with a blanket, leaning my head back.

I hear a soft snore, looking down to find Amelia asleep. I wiggle us into a more comfortable position, wrapping her around me, and close my eyes with a full heart.