?Chapter 983:


    In the next heartbeat, he leaned forward, his lips meeting mine. The kiss zed with heat and urgency, pulling me to wind my arms around his neck as I surrendered to the moment alongside him.


    Before long, his hunger red, and he guided me backward until I bumped against the dressing table. His hand reached to explore the curve of my chest, my full, yielding breasts stirring beneath his touch, the peaks hardening almost instantly.


    He peeled away the fabric that stood in his way, slipping off my undergarments and raising one of my legs as he eagerly pressed his rigid length into me.


    “Ah…” A gasp escaped me, one leg hoisted while the other braced against the floor, straining to hold myself open as he moved within me.


    Dominic’s rhythm quickened without him realizing, and soon my sensitive core grew slick, a warm rush of natural wetness spilling forth. With a final surge of effort, he drove in deeply several times before pulling back, his arousal now glistening with a sweet, sticky sheen.


    A delicate thread of intimacy stretched between us, connecting him to my entrance. I panted, my limbs limp from the tide of sensation. Dominic eased me around until Iy t across the dressing table’s surface.


    Catching my reflection in the mirror, I saw my cheeks aze, my hips lifted high by Dominic’s hands as he guided his thick penis back into my yielding warmth. With a faint sound, he buried himself fully inside.


    Through the ss, I watched his hips sway, his length gliding in and out, the tip tugging gently at my tender flesh as he withdrew. As he moved, his hand slid forward, cupping and kneading the breast that quivered with each thrust. I could scarcely draw breath, my eyes wide with disbelief—I had never pictured myself like this, caught in such a raw, mirrored moment with him.


    Noticing my startled look, Dominic thrust sharply. I jolted back to the present, casting a shy, reproachful nce at him through the reflection. His hands tightened around my waist, pressing me closer, sinking himself deeper still. He rocked steadily, leaning near my ear, his gaze fixed on our intertwined forms in the mirror as he murmured with a jealous edge, “Do you look this captivating when you’re with Jett?”


    “I… ah…” Words failed me. I didn’t want this question now, so I turned my head and captured his lips, quieting him with a kiss.


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    Afterward, Dominic traced his tongue along the edge of my mouth, his voice low as he pressed, “Tell me, in your heart, who’s better—me, or those others?”


    Augh bubbled up, and I kissed him again, soothing him with, “You’re the best; you’re unmatched.”


    At that, Dominic grinned like a gleeful child, his movements gaining fervor as he plunged into me with fresh intensity. My entire frame shook, my inner walls clenching around him, drawing him in with desperate need.


    In the mirror, I saw myself—face flushed, lips parted, soft moans escaping—and shame washed over me. Squirming beneath him, I protested, “I… I don’t want it here… Let’s move to the bed.”


    Dominic smirked, tilting my chin to force my eyes back to our reflection. “I rather like it here.”


    Mortified yet helpless, I yielded to his lead, letting him hold me tenderly against the ss as we chased the heights of bliss in that charged, intimate space.


    Makenna’s POV:


    As night fell thick and heavy, the world outside the window drowned in an endless expanse of shadow. Silence reigned, broken only by the faint glow of moonlight slipping through the sheer curtains, casting a gentle, silver sheen across the room.


    After the fervor of our earlier passion, a wave of fatigue crashed over me, sapping my strength until even lifting a finger felt impossible. All I craved was the sweet escape of sleep. But Dominic, like a possessive feline, refused to release me, showing no trace of drowsiness.


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