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getting off. Both of us.”
    She was totally on board with that. In whatever way he wanted to have her. Her mind went blank and she felt—she allowed herself to feel everything. He had pushed so far onto the vanity that her back was pressed up against the coolness of the mirror, the vanity was hard under her bottom, but that was okay, she knew he would take care of her. Her hands itched to touch him as she ran her fingers down his body. He was still clothed and it frustrated her. Grasping at anything she could, she tore his shirt off in a frenzy, wanting to see the ink on his body, the “H” tattoo that was hers, wanting to see the muscles she loved.
    Widening her thighs, Reaper made room for himself there, needing to feel her against him. “This isn’t going to take long, I’ve wanted you since this afternoon when you loved the dark look,” he told her as he pulled her off the vanity and turned her so that she faced the mirror.
    Hannah wasn’t sure she could handle looking in the mirror as they did this, there was something so much more intimate about it. Letting her head drop between her shoulder blades, she moaned when his large hand grasped her hips and tilted her up towards him.
    Running his hand over her still covered ass, he growled as he grasped the sides of the fabric and pushed them down just far enough on her thighs. Stepping closer, he kicked her feet apart so that he would have room there. With jerky moves, he unfastened his belt and pushed his zipper down so that he could free himself from the confines of his boxer briefs.
    “You like this?” he asked as he put one hand on her stomach and ran it down the middle of her body. Once there, his finger dipped into the heat he could feel emanating from her body. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He rested his forehead against her back, wanting to get himself under some semblance of control before he did this. There was one thing to pretend to take her like a groupie, there was a complete other thing to actually take her like a groupie.
    “Take me, Reaper,” she was breathless, heaving against his body, against his hand that cupped her mound.
    If that’s what she wanted, then he would give it to her. “Look at yourself, look at us,” he directed her. When she wouldn’t lift her head up, he reached up and clasped his hand around her neck, forcing their eyes to meet in the mirror. “Look at how sexy you are,” he praised her, reaching the same hand down to her lace-covered breast, pulling one free, so that he could grab the hard nipple between his fingers.
    When he shoved himself home, he worried about spilling right then and had to stop, gulping in deep breathes and resting his head against her back. She could completely undo him with the way she gave herself over, and the way she was so open with him.
    “Move, Reaper,” she pleaded. “Please move.” She bit her lip, meeting his eyes again in the mirror.
    “You’re so sweet when you beg.” He grasped her around the waist with his full arm and crushed her against him. “Is this what you want?”
    “Yes.” She braced herself against the vanity as he pounded into her. He could see her scramble for purchase each time he withdrew and slammed back home. It was rough, and fast, and everything he’d always had with other women, but so much more. That emotional connection he had with her made it completely out of control, completely exciting in a different way. When she dropped her guard and let him have her, he wanted to shout to the world how manly he felt. He wanted to roar that she was his.
    Knowing they really didn’t have a lot of time, he sped up his thrusts, wanting them both to get there, needing to prove to her that he could please them both. When he felt her hand come behind her and grab his thigh, he grasped the hand and moved it to the front of her body to her core. “Take us both there, babe. Take us both there.”
    She knew what he wanted, and as she worked her hand against herself, she