The doorknob jiggled, but the lock held.
"Weird," Anna muttered outside. "I could've sworn the boss was in. Oh well, maybe she stepped out."
The footstepsreceded.
I let out a breath of relief, but in the next instant, Igor sucked down hard, his fingers hitting that devastating spot inside me.
"Ahhh!" I bit the back of my hand to muffle the scream as my body convulsed. The orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami, my thighs clamping around his head as I trembled on the desk.
He kept licking, prolonging the waves until I was oversensitive and pushed his head away. "I can't—it's too intense."
He finally rose slowly, his lips swollen and chin slick, looking incredibly sexy.
"You nearly squeezed the life out of me." He licked his lips. "Do you have any idea how tight you get when you come? If my cock had been inside, I'd be—"
"Shut up," I blushed furiously, covering my face with my hands.
He chuckled, gently prying my hands away and kissing my forehead. "Do you still doubt how much I crave you, Elena?"
I looked at him, seeing the mix of tenderness and desire in his eyes. My heart raced.
"I..." I didn't know what to say.
"I know you're still scared," he said. "Scared I'll leave again. But Elena, I promise you."
He lifted me up, pressing my hand to his chest so I could feel his heartbeat.
"This belongs to you. My heart, my body, my soul—all yours. I won't make that mistake again."
Tears slipped down my cheeks, and he leaned in, kissing them away.
"Trust me," he whispered. "Give me one more chance to prove I deserve it."
I gazed at him—this man who'd hurt me before, now essentially begging. My mind urged caution, but my heart had already chosen.
"Okay," I heard myself say. "But if you hurt me again—"
"You can kill me," he said earnestly. "I swear it."
He kissed me again, soft and deep, a world away from the earlier raw hunger.
My lips and tongue responded passionately. When the kiss broke, he murmured against my mouth, "Want to pick up where we left off?"
I answered by sliding my hand over his crotch.
His breath caught, eyes darkening with renewed hunger. "Fuck, Elena. That's my girl."
He stepped back a bit, stripping off his clothes in a hurry—shirt torn away, revealing that sculpted chest with its dusting of dark hair; pants shoved down, shoes and socks kicked off until he was completely naked before me. His body was a testament to raw power, muscles rippling under tight skin, and his cock—thick, veined, already rock-hard and throbbing for attention. God, he was massive, every inch radiating dominance.
"I need more of your touch, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire. He took my hand and placed it on his face, the rough stubble grazing my palm.
I complied, my fingers tracing his sharp jawline, down his strong neck. He closed his eyes, leaning into it like he was starving for it. My hands glided lower, over his broad chest, thumbs circling his nipples. They pebbled under my touch, and he let out a sexy gasp, his chest rising and falling heavily.
"Shit, that feels incredible," he muttered, voice husky. "Don't stop. Touch me all over."
Encouraged, I trailed my palms down his firm abs, feeling the defined ridges tense beneath my fingers. He was like warm, living marble, each muscle flexing as I explored him.
Finally, I reached his cock. My hand wrapped around the base, but first, I cupped his balls, feeling their heavy weight in my palm. "These are so big," I whispered, squeezing gently, marveling at their fullness. "I bet they're loaded with so much."
