Page 154 of The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate
“You’re shaking already,” he notes, his voice dropping even lower. “Look at yourself. You can barely stay upright.”
The pleasure builds gradually, warm and insistent. I grip the edge of the mirror as my hips begin to move on their own. Lucas doesn’t stop; he adds a third finger, stretching me, his pace increasing just enough to make me whimper.
When my eyes start to flutter shut, his hand slides up to my jaw, gently but firmly turning my face back to the mirror.
“Eyes open,” he says, more commanding now. “Watch how you look when I touch you.”
The pressure inside me coils tighter. My breathing grows ragged, cheeks flushed deep pink in the reflection. Lucas leans closer, his lips brushing my ear.
“Come for me, Sienna. Let me see it.”
The orgasm hits me in slow, powerful waves. I cry out softly, my walls pulsing around his fingers as my body trembles in his hold. He keeps moving through the whole thing, drawing out every shudder until my legs feel weak.
Only then does he withdraw his fingers. He turns me to the right and bends me forward over the dressing table next to us;my gaze now fixes on us in the mirror over it. I hear his belt open, followed by the scrape of his zipper.
His cock nudges against my entrance, hot and heavy. With one smooth, deep thrust, he buries himself inside me completely.
A low groan rumbles from his chest. “Goddess, you feel perfect.”
He starts with slow, rolling thrusts, letting me feel every inch. His hand returns to my hair, gripping just tight enough to keep my head up. The pace gradually quickens, becoming firmer, more insistent.
In the mirror, I watch my body jolt with each thrust, my breasts swaying, my face caught in helpless pleasure. Lucas’s eyes are dark and focused, locked on mine through the reflection.
“You see how good you look like this?” he says, voice rougher now. “Completely at my mercy.”
His grip tightens on my hip as his thrusts grow harder, deeper. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. He leans over me, chest pressing against my back, mouth close to my ear.
“Look at your face,” he murmurs, the dominance clear in his tone. “See what you become when I’m deep inside you.”
Lucas’s pace picks up steadily, each thrust now powerful and deliberate. The dressing table creaks under us as he drives into me harder, forcing my body to take every inch. His hand stays tangled in my hair, keeping my head lifted so I can’t escape the mirror.
“Fuck, Sienna,” he groans, voice low and gravelly. “Feel how deep I am? This tight pussy was made for me.”
I moan loudly as he angles his hips and hits a spot that makes sparks explode behind my eyes. My fingers curl against the wooden surface, knuckles turning white.
“Don’t look away,” he commands, his breath hot against my neck. “Watch how your body moves every time I thrust into you. Feel how wet you are for me.”
He straightens slightly, both hands now gripping my hips as he fucks me with long, hard strokes. The intensity climbs fast. Every slap of his hips against my ass echoes in the room. My breasts bounce with the force of his movements, and I can see it all clearly in the mirror—my flushed skin, my parted lips, the way my eyes glaze over with pleasure.
“You’re getting louder,” he growls, one hand sliding around to rub firm circles over my clit. “I love hearing you like this. Moaning for me while I take you.”
The combination of his thick cock stretching me and his skilled fingers on my clit quickly pushes me toward the edge again. My legs start to shake, the pleasure building fast and sharply.
“I’m close again,” I whimper, my voice breaking.
“I know,” he rasps, never slowing down. “I can feel you around me. Come on my cock, Sienna. Let me feel you squeeze me. I want to watch you fall apart while I’m buried inside you.”
He fucks me even harder, the wet, obscene sounds of our bodies joining together filling the air. His fingers press harder on my clit, matching the rhythm of his deep thrusts.
“Look at yourself,” he orders, voice thick with lust. “Look how desperate and beautiful you are when you’re close. You’re mine, Sienna. All fucking mine.”
The pressure breaks me.
I cry out as the second orgasm crashes through, stronger than the first. My walls clench rhythmically around his cock, pulsing tightly as pleasure floods every nerve. Lucas groans deeply, his hold on my hips turning almost painful as he keeps thrusting through my release, drawing it out until I’m trembling and gasping.
He slows only for a moment, letting me catch my breath, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead, he leans down over me again, chest pressed to my back, and kisses the side of my neck.
“We’re not stopping yet,” he whispers hotly against my skin, his words dark with promise. “Turn around.”
