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“Get it over with,” I growled, releasing his throbbing cock and shoving him towards the bed. He let me shove him, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them together and spinning me until my back pressed against his chest.

I struggled against him and he lifted me in a fluid, effortless movement. I turned my head and bit into his shoulder. His hips jerked involuntarily against my back, a moan leaving his lips as he threw us onto the bed.

His hand closed in my hair, the sting at my scalp stealing my breath as he dragged my face towards the mirror.

The glass reflected every stolen inch between our bodies, every lie I had wrapped around my heart until they had become easier to believe than the truth. I turned away from it.

“Uh-uh,” he chastised, hand slipping beneath my jaw, forcing me to look until my eyes found our reflection again. “Watch me take you.” His breath fanned against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “Don’t you dare take your fucking eyes off me.”

I swallowed hard, taking in the way my body curled against his, his chest pressed to my back, one arm wrapped around my waist as if he could hold me together by sheer will alone. His other hand slid down my thigh, lifting my leg over his and spreading me open before the mirror.

The sight was unbearable. Too intimate.

The head of his cock found me, lingering for the briefest heartbeat before he eased into me with agonising slowness, pressure giving way to a pleasure that made my back arch.

The smooth metal of his piercings rolled through me with every measured inch, the unfamiliar sensation sending a trembling breath from my lips. Helion stilled, a quiet curse falling against my skin before he began to move again, his hips rocking with agonising restraint.

“Spread your legs wider, Sunshine.” The breath trembled out of him as he twitched inside of me. “I need to see my cock stretch that pretty little pussy.”

A full body shudder rolled through me, his words peaking my nipples. I hated myself for it but lifted my leg further over his hip.

He pushed deeper into me, filling me in one achingly slow roll of his hips. He moaned, the sound vibrating through me, sending a sharp ache to my core.

My hips arched into him against my command, making him sink to the hilt.

Another curse fell from him, undeniable pleasure pulsing through me.

His body folded around mine like worship and ruin had learned to share the same shape as he lost himself. He moved in and out of me in a smooth, intimate rhythm with his face buried in my neck.

I watched where our bodies joined, watched how I stretched around him. Needy moans tore from my mouth, body tingling with power from his lust.

“Is this what you wanted?” I gasped, meeting his eyes in the mirror. They burnt with a fire so hot, they glowed like twin infernos. He reached between us, fingers pressing to my throbbing clit and tearing a broken noise from me.

“With my entire fucking, pathetic existence,” he moaned, thrusting into me with more than lust.

I was trapped between the heat of him and the steady strokes of his fingers. It was too much. Pleasure built all too fast, pushing me closer to coming undone on my enemy’s cock. My husband’s cock.

His other hand spread over my stomach, pressing me back into him as his mouth found the sensitive place beneath my jaw.

My hips drove back against him, taking him deeper than before.

“Just like that—fuck, Lyra...” His words fractured into a ragged groan. “You're going to make me⁠—”

His words dissolved into a broken breath as his control slipped. His measured rhythm gave way to something desperate, every movement rougher than the last.

I only met him harder, my teeth gritting together against the force of it as I chased the relentless pull between us.

Seeing how undone he was—face flushed, lips parted, hair falling into his eyes—fed my hunger.

Pleasure bloomed through me, tightening until every breath became a fractured sound, every thought dissolving beneath the unbearable rhythm of him. His arm locked around my waist as if he felt the exact moment I began to fall apart.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough with awe. “Come undone, Sunshine.”

The words shattered what little restraint I had left. My body arched against his, a cry tearing from my throat as release crashed through me, violent and blinding. It stole the air from my lungs, the strength from my limbs, the last fragile piece of denial I had been clinging to.

In the mirror, I watched myself come apart in his arms. Watched him hold me through it as his body tightened, his lips parting and throwing his head back in a fractured moan.

Something pulled in my chest, sharp and wrong. The golden string of sunshine in my chest flared, as though it were pulling something deep from within me. It slipped through the bond like sand running through an hourglass.