There's no time to respond to his latest tease when he shifts his legs and gives her that smirk. Instead, she has to press her lips together to stop a loud moan as he speeds his thrusts, driving into her relentlessly, leaving her grasping the mirror's frame, her face flushed as she watches him in the mirror, visibly fighting off another cry.

"Oh you're perfect, you're perfect." Aerith manages in a breathless whisper, keeping hold of his hip as her nails dig into his skin, as she feels herself tightening around his cock.

Her eyes widen in the mirror gasping as her orgasm starts to move through her, urging her to rock back faster against him and push him past his own breaking point. "Come for me," she whimpers before shuddering against him as her climax overtakes her.