Lucas finally pulled his mouth away from her wet pussy. Sofia was still shaking, her breath catching in her throat as she came down from the peak. She felt completely weak, held up only by the cuffs on her wrists and ankles.
Lucas stood up. He was breathing heavily, his chest covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with a protective sort of hunger. He reached out and undid the cuffs on her ankles, then untied the silk from her wrists.
Sofia's arms fell to her sides. Her legs buckled, and she would have hit the floor if Lucas hadn't caught her. He gathered her up in his massive arms like she was nothing. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, smelling the scent of sandalwood and vanilla on his skin.
He didn't take her to the bed. He carried her back over to the massive gold-rimmed mirror. He set her down on her shaky feet and stood behind her, his large chest pressing into her back.
"Look at yourself," he commanded softly.
