Becauseshewas here. Legs open. Eyes dark. Watchin' me like she couldn’t believe this was real.
I dragged her forward to the edge of the desk and buried my face between her thighs.
She cried out, loud and strangled, one hand grippin' the desk, the other fisted in my hair.
I didn’t ease her into it. I devoured. Tongue deep, slow then fast, teasin' then punishin'. I didn’t let up. Not 'til her thighs were tremblin' around my head, not 'til she was pantin' my name like a prayer, comin' apart on my tongue.
And I still didn’t stop.
Even when she whimpered, even when she tried to pull back, too sensitive, too raw—I held her hips firm.
"Ain’t done yet," I growled against her. "Told you I’d show you."
She moaned, louder this time—and pulled me in harder.
When I stood, her eyes were glassy, lips parted, legs still spread like she forgot how to close 'em.
I undid my belt, shoved my jeans low, and gripped her by the hips. Met her gaze. "Eyes on me."
Then I sank into her in one long, deep thrust.
Her head fell back, mouth open in a soundless cry.
I braced a hand around her waist, not tight, just holdin' her steady, keepin' her right there with me.
"You feel that?" I rasped, hips rollin' slow but deep. "This ain’t pity. This is want. This is every goddamn night I went to bed hard, thinkin' about your mouth, your voice, your silence."
She dug her nails into my shoulders, draggin' me in deeper.
"Chain—oh—"
"Say it," I growled, breath comin' ragged. "Say you know this means somethin'."
She met my eyes, voice breakin'. "I know. I know it does."
And I lost it.
Fucked her into that desk like she was mine.
Because shewas.
Fast. Rough. All hands and breathless moans and nothin' held back.
And when she came again, I followed—her name on my lips, my hands still gripping her waist, both of us shakin' like we’d just been struck by lightnin'.
After, I didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
I just held her close, arms wrapped around her like she was the only thing tetherin' me to the ground.
Forehead to hers.
No lies.
No promises.
Just this.
