"Stay with me," he said against her throat. "Watch."
She had no other choice than to watched her self in the mirror.
His hand slid down her stomach. Between her thighs. His fingers pushed inside and she watched her own body arch forward in the mirror....watched that broken desperate expression cross her own face....and somehow that was worse than not watching. More overwhelming. More exposed.
"Sebastian...."
"Watch."
He worked her with his fingers....slow and thorough, his eyes moving between her face in the mirror and the reflection of his own hand between her thighs. She watched herself come undone. Every wall she'd spent years building.....visible, reflected back at her, dismantled piece by piece.
"Please," she heard herself say. She didn't even know what she was asking for.
