A strangled moan came out of her mouth, drawing my eyes to hers, only to see she wasn’t looking at me at all. I followed her gaze to the ceiling, heat bursting through me when I saw what she was seeing. The two of us were reflected in the mirrors all around us, covered in blood and looking worse for wear. We were panting, our skin flushed and lips swollen from the intensity of our hurried kisses. From this angle, I could make out her nipples shining with my spit, and my hand shoved between her legs. Even as I met her eye in the mirror, her hips kept bucking against my hand.
