Chapter 144: Mirror on the wall
Unaware of the mirror’s purpose, Anastasia was about to turn to talk to Dante when she felt his hand snake around her waist from behind. Her cheeks reddened upon catching sight of their naked bodies in the mirror’s reflection.
"T—This is embarrassing," Anastasia muttered, wanting to turn and bury herself in his chest.
However, Dante’s palm splayed across her abdomen, bringing her closer to him, and she felt his hardened member nestled at the crease of her bottom. His lips glided from the outer edge of her shoulder to her neck, and she heard him murmur,
"Is that so? I don’t think it’s anything you haven’t already seen or known, but what awaits are a myriad of emotions you’ve yet to experience."
Anastasia felt his hand descend from her stomach, and a sharp intake of breath escaped her as his hand moved between her legs. Sensitive from the lingering pleasure still singing in her blood, she was quick to respond with a sigh, her back pressing further into him. His hand encircled her neck to intercept her attempt to lower her head to ensure her gaze remained locked onto their reflection.
"You have a sensual expression, like an exquisite work of art that no one has ever yet created." Dante’s whispered words brushed against her ear. Anastasia felt herself shudder when he pushed two fingers inside her, rhythmically inserting and withdrawing them, making it difficult for her to speak. "So pure, yet erotic, with your longing spilling from those dainty lips," he continued, capturing her earlobe between his teeth and biting it to see her gasp in response. Seeking support, her hands instinctively grabbed his thighs from behind.
However, Dante allowed her release to wash over her before withdrawing his hand from between her legs.
Despite having already made love to Dante, Anastasia couldn’t suppress the flustered look that marred her face. It was difficult to stare back at his reflection, given the intensity emanating from his eyes.
"Hands on the bed, Anastasia," Dante instructed in a husky voice. His grip on her neck eased as his hand moved to settle gently on her nape.
On the bed? Anastasia asked herself, and her body lowered for a second before he steadied it with a firm hold. Feeling inexperienced, she responded, "I don’t know how else..."
Dante pressed a kiss into the crook of her neck in response, and he patiently said, "No need to fret. I should have been clearer. Place your hands in front of you, not the sides."