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Mirror - Luca POV

Luca ran his fingers over the neat seams of the one-piece. The black material fit her tiny body like a glove and his hands wanted in.

The burning heat of her skin was pulsing through the swimsuit. He pulled his fingers inwards and watched goosebumps follow the trail. Her nipples were pressing out and pinched, begging to be pinched. Just one finger over them both and she was writhing inside the cocoon created by his body around her. Protected and hidden under him, as it should be.

His fingers seemed to move of their own accord, following the movements of her body. The dip between her breasts was trembling along with her breaths. He followed the quakes down to her soft belly and felt along the delicious cut-outs. They teased precious, unmarked, skin in circular shapes. He reached the end of her body, sinking his fingers between her legs slowly. He glanced up to the mirror, locking their eyes for a moment to acquire approval. Darcy flipped her face away and into his shirt, hiding from him. It squeezed something in his chest and he almost wanted to stop. To pull her in and simply hold her tight in his arms like a plushie. Everything about her was so soft and squishable.

He pinched her chin and pulled her perfect little face back into view. It reminded him of their first kiss. His hunger for her in that medical office had been palpable, desperate to test her. To taste her. It was taking him over again, cramped into the changing room with her beneath him. The urge to lick and bite every inch of exposed flesh.

Darcy’s expression, reflected back to him in the glass, looked almost fearful. Luca hesitated. Her skin deepened its pink hue and his lust-filled gaze was returned to him in her milder version. His hands reclaimed their territories on her tiny body. Breast in one hand, the other cupping her crotch.

A hard bead of a nipple pressed against his palm and he rolled and tweaked it until Darcy whimpered weakly below him. She made no move to stop him, hands pressed to the mirror obediently. It only served to turn him on even more. The things he would do to her to hear more of her precious sounds were limitless.

But he hadn’t reached mate maturity, yet. He had always promised himself he wouldn’t have sex until he was eighteen, and only with his soul-mate. The way Darcy’s wide eyes were watching him through the mirror, he was on the brink of breaking it. Taking things slow wasn’t just for himself, though, she definitely wasn’t ready for him to pounce on her like that. He needed to restrain his urges for the both of them. At least for a little longer.

He felt her heartbeat pulsing over his fingers tucked between her legs. They shifted open and he dug his fingers into the gap, sealing any space she allowed him. His fingers were so wide he could only fit one so deeply as to stroke along her damp slit. A quake ran along the muscles of her inner thighs, shivering along his arm. Darcy continued to watch his reflection and he dragged out his warmed hand to show her the slick that had built up over them. The greatest badge of honour. Her mouth grew into an open ‘o’ and her eyes rounded into creamy saucers. Luca couldn’t keep his laugh inside, she was too fun to tease.

He returned his left hand and switched his right fingers to play with the opposite nipple. He felt her chest twitch under him. Both puffy buds were begging to be sucked on. Hell, he would do it through the swimsuit. But there was one more bud that needed a little attention first. He traced the very tip of her clit with the gentlest of touches and her back hit his chest. The soft moan she let out had his dick jumping in his pants and his mouth watering. He pressed harder, rubbing at her in slow and deep motions.

Her wet crease suddenly engulfed his fingers. Darcy was rolling her hips down onto him, riding his hand. Luca pressed his lips together to keep from groaning. He followed her lead and strung her harder and harder. He was rewarded by her thighs trembling open wider and wider. Perfect harmony.

He continued swiping his fingers through her wet folds until lewd noises filled the small space. His soul-mate attempted to hide her face a second time at the dirty sounds, but he pushed it back again with his temple and bit along the shell of her ear. Her obedience was waning as her pleasure built - good to know for the future.

A strong press to her clit like a button rewarded him with a high noise that almost crossed his eyes with the surge of arousal it brought about in him. Darcy’s hands grabbed at him, clinging desperately and writhing back against him. He kept the rocking of his hand in perfect rhythm, working her to the edge.

Pink skin. Black eyes. Tousled wavy brown hair. Perfection, cradled in his arms and quivering.

“Isn’t my mate beautiful?” he said with sigh-like appreciation to his voice. “Look at her.”

Darcy’s eyes jumped to the mirror reflexively, but she only appeared confused at what she saw. And drowsily horny. A fog seemed to have fallen over her that Luca had no doubt only an orgasm could cure. She was on the brink. His mouth watered watching her slide back and forth on his hand, her chest pushed forward into the other.

“You’re always so cute, Darcy. Right now, you’re so sexy I could just bite you.”

Her body jerked taut. The hand that had been toying with her pretty, perky nipples snapped up just in time to cover her mouth before she cried out wantonly. It was euphoric simply to watch. Head thrown back and eyes cloudy, tiny fingers digging into his arms. And as quickly as it had hit her, she suddenly slumped like a marionette with its strings cut. He took her by the waist and sat them down as a pair, Darcy tucked into his crossed legs.

She dropped her face into his neck and her sweaty scent hit him twice as hard. She was panting lightly, too tired to speak, yet. Luca stroked her back and kissed her hair while she rested.

It was almost impossible to hide his disappointment when she pulled away to sit against the mirror. Lying together, entangled on the floor of the dressing room, would have been the perfect way to spend the afternoon.

With half-lidded eyes and the slightest sweat sheen over her skin, she watched him. He watched her back, far too aware of her legs: bent at the knee and spread just enough for him to catch the glisten on the crotch of the swimsuit. His body moved without thought, ready to drink from between her legs and quench a thirst he hadn’t realised he had been carrying his whole life.

Darcy’s body tensed at his approach. She wasn’t ready for this. He halted above her and snatched the plastic tag from the swimsuit. Darcy tilted her head curiously.

“I’m going to go pay for this,” he explained.

“W-wait, what will you say-”

“I’ll say it got a hole poked in it while you were trying it on,” he answered slowly. “And I want to pay for it like a good samaritan.” He added a stern order, “You wait here and rest.” She looked like she needed a double dose of forty winks. “I’ll be back to help you out of it soon,” he added. He couldn’t restrain his smirk before he left.

Walking to the cashiers counters on the other side of the boutique, he realised he was covered in her omega scent. And he could smell her more private scent on his fingers even swinging at his sides. The smirk widened and the oblivious cashier smiled warmly back.