I hold her through every twitch and the writhing of her hips with my lips pressed to her neck suckling as she trembles.
“That’s it,” I murmur, slowing my thrusts to let her ride it out. “That’s my girl.”
She’s panting, her chest heaving, but her eyes meet mine, still burning with defiance.
“Don’t get cocky,” she moans, but I grin, loving the fight in her.
“I’m not done with you, princess. You can still walk.” I pull out, ignoring her soft protest, and turn her around, bending her over the desk.
She gasps as her hands brace against the wood, and I press myself against her, my chest to her back, my lips at her ear. “You ready for more?”
“Do it,” she says, her voice daring me, and I don’t hesitate.
I enter her again, this time from behind, and she moans loudly, pushing back against me.
The new angle is intense, and I grip her hips as I push deeper than before.
The desk shakes under us; the feet grinding on the floor as it inches forward.
“You’re mine,” I growl, my hands sliding up her back, tangling in her hair. “Say it.”
She laughs defiantly. “You wish.”
I thrust harder, and she gasps, her hands gripping the edge of the desk.
“Say it, Angelica,” I demand again and I won't be satisfied until I hear it.
So I reach around, my fingers finding her again, circling in time with my thrusts, and she’s trembling, so close I can feel it.
“Christ,” she pants, her voice breaking. “I’m yours.”
And this groan undoes me.
It makes every sensation in my body more intense.
I push her over the edge, and her second climax hits, her body shuddering as she cries out my name.
The sound sends me spiraling, and I follow her, my release crashing through me with a force that leaves me dizzy.
I feel my dick pulsing, emptying into her as I hold her tightly, wrapping my arms around her as we both come down.
After pulling out, I tug her upright, turning her to face me, and kiss her softly.
Then I kiss her again, and she melts into me, her hands resting on my chest.
Something is shifting between us finally, and it makes me want to do everything in my power to fight harder and work faster to end this war with Antonelli Gerard before he destroys everything I've built.
Because now I know I have someone to share it with.
13
ANGELICA
St Lucia's Day feels different this year, as I knew it would.
I stand at the counter with Marta and watch her measure out flour and sugar for saffron buns.
The tradition even feels strange this year.
