Night had settled fully over the house by the time Damien led her back to the mirrored room. Elena walked naked ahead of him, the soft lights of the hallway brushing over the marks his hands and mouth had left on her skin throughout the day. Her body still felt open and used—pussy tender, ass sensitive from the earlier stretching—but the low pulse of anticipation between her legs had never faded.

He unlocked the door and guided her inside. The mirrors waited, multiplying every movement into endless reflections. Damien turned on a single low lamp that cast warm, intimate light across the leather bench and the glass walls.