A frown pulled at his angry features. "Don't laugh and never lock yourself away from me."
"You told me to run." I protested on a shaky breath.
"I love the chase, Olivia." He stated. "If you run, I will always follow. But if you put something between us, I will break it down. Do you understand?"
I nodded. His hand moved from my ankle to the top of his shirt. With one easy flick of his wrists, he tore the shirt open, popping the buttons from the strings holding them to the shirt.
"Jace," I gasped.
"Don't challenge me." He warned. "I'm already mad at you."
"What?" I felt as though I'd been backhanded. "You're serious?"
"Very."
I placed both hands on his naked chest and shoved him away from me. Fire lit his eyes and I cringed as his hands wrapped around my waist. He carried me into the bathroom and set me down in front of a full-length mirror.
"You pushed me away from you, Olivia." Jace said stiffly.
"You were being an ass."
"You obviously need a reminder that you're mine. You submit to me." He stated gruffly. His hand moved over my naked chest, plumping my already swollen breasts. Expert fingers kneaded my nipples, pebbling them. I tried to keep the want from my body. I tried to keep the desire from igniting my eyes. I failed.
"Do you see how responsive you are to me?" Jace asked. His eyes watched mine in the mirror. "Do you see how your body begs for me? For my touch?" I didn't reply. Jace moved a hand lower to the V between my legs. His fingers slid easily between the folds and he massaged. I gritted my teeth and he pulled his fingers away. "Look at my fingers." I did. "Do you see this? This is your want for me. You need me, Olivia. You're mine and only mine."
I still didn't speak. "Say it, Olivia."
I looked into his eyes in the mirror. "I'm yours."
"I'm going to fuck you now. And, you're going to watch because you obviously need this reminder." His voice was stern, his touch determined. "Bend over. Hands on the mirror."
I did as he said. Eagerly. There was no hiding my want from him. He knew.
Jace unleashed his cock from the waistband of his pants. I noticed how he didn't remove them, but I didn't enquire. His hand grasped my hip as his other guided his tip to my opening.
"Is this a punishment fuck?" I asked into the mirror.
"No, Olivia. It's a fuck to show you who you belong to." He nodded to the mirror. "Watch. Don't take your eyes off the mirror. See your body the way I see it."
I hated that idea, but I trained my eyes on the mirror regardless. Jace pushed slowly inside me, stretching to the hilt. His hands on my hips tightened when he was fully inside me. "See how I fit inside you? This is where I am meant to be."
In this, I agreed. "Yes, Jace."
At my words, he pulled out before filling me with agonizing slowness again. My skin warmed and a blush of desire flooded my cheeks. My eyes were hooded, my lips moist and red from my teeth's assault. My breaths were coming out shallow as he stroked my most precious place with the length of him. My breathing, ragged and needy filled the room. Jace lifted a hand from my hip to pull my hair back away from my face.
"Look at yourself, Angel. See what I do to you."
I looked. And, I saw. My breasts were swollen, my nipples hard and aching to be touched. My hips rocked with Jace's every tantalizing thrust. The skin of my inner thigh glistened in the warm, golden light of the bathroom with my juices.
The sight warranted a moan.
Jace grinned knowingly and his tempo changed from gently and teasing to hard and demanding. His soft strokes turned hard and frantic. His hips pumped against mine, rocking me forward before pulling me back. I kept pace, unwilling to fall behind. My hands on the mirror slid and I struggled to maintain position as he pounded into me, hitting me deep and hard. The sound of his skin hitting mine only added to my arousal.
"Look at yourself," Jace reminded forcefully and I threw my eyes back to the mirror.
With each relentless thrust, my breasts bounced. I moaned again at the sight and I wanted for the first time to make a video of us. I wanted to watch Jace claiming me completely. There was no sight more erotic.
Jace lifted a hand from my hip to wrap around the small of my waist. He pulled me away from the mirror and my crouched position, pressing my back into his chest. His thrusts didn't halt, but continued. I stared at us. My breasts slapped against his arm every time he pulled out of me to slam back in. His free hand moved south and he slid his fingers between my folds, locating my clit with ease. He stroked the nerve with moist fingers and I moaned. I opened my legs slightly for easier access and Jace grinned shamelessly. "See how I know what you need?"