Strictly speaking, it was his body that captivated her.
Every time she clung to him, she relished in drawing her fingers over those taut muscles, running her nails down cavernous contours and over the mountains of tense power that allowed him to hold her up. Thanks to the countless mirrors hanging in this room, she could truly appreciate his wide back, sensuously writhing as he pressed into her. His firm buttocks also clenched with each thrust into her, completing the visual package.
It was but a fleeting moment that she was held spellbound by his reflection in the mirror.
“Lysithea.”
She snapped back to reality to find Terran leaning into her as he caught his breath, watching her with an entranced gaze. As their eyes met, a creeping guilt slithered up her spine. Sensing her subtle apprehension, Terran let a sardonic smile curl the corners of his lips.
“What are you looking at? Enjoying the view?”
“No, I wasn’t—”
“Must you keep all the fun for yourself?”
“That’s not it, I—!”
