My fingertips skim over the lace beneath that drives me fucking insane.

Then from one beat to another, we’re a blur of limbs and heat. Of want laced with greed and desperation edged with need.

“I need you in me, Jase.” Another kiss as her hands undo my pants and pull my cock out in an act of much-appreciated desperation. “Right here.” She bends over and braces her hands on the vanity, meeting my eyes in the reflection of the mirror in front of her. “Right now.”

I stroke a hand up and down my cock as I take in the sight before me. Hendrix bent over, the globes of her ass bare, and her pussy dripping with arousal. Begging for me to fill it. To own it. To claim it.

“I want you to watch me while I come,” she murmurs. “I want you to walk back into that ballroom after this, to be in that room with everyone, and know I can still feel you inside of me.”

“Fucking hell, Hendrix.”

“Fuck me, Jase.”

I crash into her, the sensation almost as blinding as her words. It’s a rhythm with no grace, all hunger that drowns us both. Her fingers grip the edge of the vanity like it’s the only thing tethering her to this moment, to this world, and I’m lost in the pulse of wanting her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

The frantic sound of skin on skin echoes around us, blending with the ragged sounds of our breaths. It’s raw and real and hot as fuck. And I lose myself again and again to the feel of her. To the scent of her. To knowing she’s fucking mine for as long as I want to have her.

She pushes back against me with every thrust, a silent demand that pulls me closer and closer to the edge.

“Harder,” she gasps, her voice wavering with want.

I reach around and find her clit, slick and swollen and begging for attention. The first stroke has her shuddering beneath my hand, her moan raw and ragged and full of need that kicks me into overdrive.

“Like that?”

The mirror shows her face—the pleasure etched in every line of it—and makes me want to give her more. To take more.

“More,” she pants out, urging me to trail a hand up her back and tangle it in her hair. She gasps as I pull it, because it only serves to seat me deeper in the process.

“Yes,” she cries out, her voice breaking around another moan. My fingers work her clit in the rhythm of our bodies, faster and harder, until she’s trembling beneath my hands. “Just like that.”

She comes undone all around me. Her body arches as I watch her reflection. She’s wild and stunning and everything I never wanted but can’t seem to step away from now.