Something snapped behind his eyes. The sorrow that once furrowed his brow melted, devoured by a hunger so old and vicious it felt like I’d just cracked open a vault that was never meant to see daylight.
His fingers tightened around my waist, hard enough to bruise, before one hand rose to my throat, lifting me like I weighed nothing, pinning me high against the wall. “This what you want?” he growled. “For me to be rough?”
I nodded as best I could, breath caught, toes dangling. I was struggling in his grip, not out of fear, but anticipation. Wanting him to throw me around, to be consumed by this powerhouse of a male who was finally letting go.
It took only a flick of his fingers for my panties to rip apart, fluttering to the floor. I gasped for air, hips bucking forward on instinct. What could I say? I was a dirty, thirsty bitch. Seeing this gentle giant unravel for me, exposing his hidden violence, made my core throb with need.
“You want me to take you? Hurt you?” he snarled near my ear. “Let you see how depraved I really am? See what I’ve always wanted to do to you? What I’ve dreamed of ever since I started this job?”
My eyes rolled back, lungs burning, brain floating in euphoria as his legs slid between mine, spreading them open while I still hung in his grasp.
Then I heard it, the hiss of a zipper, the soft rustle of fabric, followed by the heat of his breath against my neck as his words sliced through me. “You’re going to regret this... but it’ll be the best moment of my life.”
No, I won't, but we agree that this will be the best moment of your life.
He released my throat, and gravity did the rest, spearing me on his cock like I’d been made for it.
My mouth opened, but only a whimper escaped. I clung to him, body shaking, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as his thick, fat length stretched me wider than I thought possible.
“Holy... fuck,” was all I could manage, raking my nails down his chest just to anchor myself.
He brushed my hair aside gently, his voice low and smug. “Don’t tell me you can’t handle it. Not after that little show, Miss Glovefox.”
His words lit a match inside me, and I latched onto his neck, dragging him down into a kiss that was more battle than affection, lips clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. When I licked the seam of his mouth and he groaned, I pounced, biting my own lip until it bled, then slashing my tongue across the cut. The next kiss was messy, that coppery liquid tangling with our tongues. I wanted him totasteme. To know I was his, and he was mine.
He started moving, his hips rocking in slow, devastating thrusts. I devoured his mouth like it held the last of the brownie batter—sweet, forbidden, addictive. His hands clutched at my thighs as he took a step back, keeping me impaled on his cock.
Then he effortlessly lifted me and dropped me onto the conference table, shoving me onto all fours. My cheek hit the cold wood, ass up in the air.
“Wings,” he commanded.
I smirked. He was going to have toworkfor that.
His fingers wound into my hair, yanking at the roots. “I said, wings.”
Still, I didn’t give in. Neither did he.
This time, he trailed a thick, heated finger between my shoulder blades, dragging it slowly. I moaned, and just like that, my wings burst free with a flutter.
“Fuck. Don’t—” I gasped, but he cut me off by jerking my head back, keeping my spine arched, body helpless.
“Don’t what?” His voice dripped with a viciousness I didn't know he had. “Don’t touch you here?”
His fingers slid along the roots of my wings, making them twitch and pulse. He leaned in, placing reverent, wet kisses along the delicate veins, and that was when it clicked for me.He has a wing fetish.How lucky am I?
Pleasure rolled down my spine in waves, setting my whole body alight. My wings quivered, each caress sending shockwaves through me.
Then he slid the head of his cock through my slick entrance, gathering my juices as he groaned. “Ni... shit... you’re fuckingeverything.” He muttered it more to himself than me before plunging back in. “Your wet heat is sucking me in. Won’t let go. Can you handle being stuck like this forever?”
I didn’t answer, not with words. I moaned, grabbing my ass cheeks with both hands and spreading them apart, letting himwatchhimself disappear inside me.
His body went rock hard—literally. His skin became living stone. The sensation was otherworldly but not painful, just powerful. Unfiltered, unstoppable.
I met his thrusts, pushing back on him, but he yanked me up by the hair, keeping us connected as he deeply inhaled at my neck.
“I can’t get your scent out of my mind,” he said. “It’s driving me crazy.”
“You and me both,” came a new voice—smooth, rich, and British—as the door clicked open.
