"Look at you," he murmurs, voice rough with desire. "The great Siobhán Kelleher, bent over my desk like you were made for it."
I want to say something clever, something that puts me back in control, but all that comes out is a moan as he hits that perfect spot inside me. My fingers curl against the polished wood, seeking something to hold onto as pleasure builds again, impossibly soon after the first.
"That's it," he encourages, his rhythm steady and relentless. "Give me another one, dove."
His hand slides from my breast down between my legs, fingers finding my still-sensitive flesh. The dual sensation—him inside me, his fingers circling precisely where I need them—has me trembling on the edge almost immediately.
"Cill—I can't—" My voice breaks as heat coils tighter in my core.
"You can," he insists, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade. "For me, Siobhán. Let go." His voice drops to a growl. "Come for me again."
His words are my undoing. I shatter around him, crying out as pleasure crashes through me for the second time. My body clenches around him, waves of ecstasy pulsing from my core outward until even my fingertips are tingling. He groans, his rhythm faltering just slightly as he feels me contract around him.
"God, Siobhán," he pants, his breath hot against my neck. "The way you feel when you come—"
Before I can even recover, he's pulling me upright, spinning me around to face him. My legs are trembling, barely holding me up as he lifts me onto the desk again. Papers scatter to the floor, but neither of us cares. He steps between my thighs, pushing my dress up further.
"I want to see your face this time," he says, voice rough with need. "Want to watch you come apart for me again."
I should be spent, should be oversensitive, but when he slides back into me, filling me completely, I moan as if it's the first time. He hooks one of my legs over his arm, changing the angle, and my breath catches as he sinks impossibly deeper.
"You feel that?" he growls, his hips snapping forward with each word. "How perfectly you take me?"
"Yes," I gasp, clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging through his shirt. "God, Cillian—"
His rhythm becomes more urgent, his breathing ragged against my neck. "Tell me," he demands, voice rough and strained. "Tell me what you need."
"You," I whisper, my body tensing as I feel another climax building. "Just you. Always you."
He groans, the sound vibrating through my chest. "I want to feel you come around me again," he says, his fingers sliding between us to circle my overstimulated flesh. "One more time,mo chroí. Come with me this time."
I'm already so close, trembling on the edge. His words push me further, my body responding to his command like it was made to obey him.
"Yes," I breathe, my head falling back as the pressure builds. "Yes, anything—"
"Look at me," he commands, his voice dropping to that low, possessive growl that makes my entire body tighten around him. "I want to see your eyes when you come for me."
I force my heavy lids open, meeting his gaze. The intensity there nearly undoes me—like I'm the only thing in his universe worth looking at.
"Good girl," he praises, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, hitting that perfect spot inside me with each stroke. "You're so fucking perfect like this, spread out on my desk, taking my cock so well."
My breath catches. "Yes—yours—"
"Say it again," he demands, one hand sliding up to cup my face, making sure I can't look away. "Tell me who owns this body."
"You do," I gasp as his thumb brushes my bottom lip. "Only you, Cillian."
His rhythm falters slightly, his eyes darkening at my words. "And who owns this sweet mouth?"
"You do," I whisper, darting my tongue out to taste his thumb.
He groans, his voice ragged, his words hot against my ear. "So perfect, so tight, like you were made for me."
My body is already clenching around him again, oversensitive and somehow still desperate for more. I can barely form words through the haze of pleasure.
"I'm close," I manage to gasp out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Cill—"
"That's it," he encourages, his rhythm becoming more erratic, his breathing harsh against my neck. "Come for me again, let me feel you fall apart while I'm deep inside you."
