Aurora's POV. 66.
His fingers slid between my thighs—slow at first—then deep.
I gasped, my back arching as my hands gripped the vanity.
“Luther,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Don’t—”
He didn’t stop. His breath was hot against the back of my neck. One hand played with my n****e again, pinching it hard while the other plunged a finger into my p***y.
“f**k,” I moaned, my legs trembling already. “It’s too much…”
He chuckled behind me. “You say that every time, kitten,” he murmured, “and yet you drip for me.”
I was trying to hold back, trying to stay strong—but my body betrayed me.
The mirror didn’t lie. It showed everything—my flushed face, parted lips, the hungry way my eyes fluttered shut every time he curled that finger deep inside me. The way his body towered behind mine, da
