So I bite down. Hard.
She writhes beneath me, back arching off the desk as a cry tears from her lips. The sound goes straight to my cock, but it's the way her body responds—the way she melts into the pain instead of pulling away—that nearly undoes me.
My hand slides between her thighs, fingers finding her already soaked. "Fuck, Heidi. You're so wet."
I push two fingers inside her, feeling how she clenches around the intrusion, and she keens softly. Her hips rock against my hand as I drag my mouth lower, teeth grazing the delicate skin just above her collarbone before biting down again.
The mark blooms dark and violent against her pale skin, and the sight of it makes something primitive roar in approval deep in my chest. Mine. Finally, visibly mine.
I work my fingers deeper, thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex, and she gasps my name like a prayer. But it's not enough—won't ever be enough until I've claimed every inch of her.
My mouth moves lower, teeth scraping along the swell of her breast before closing around her nipple. She tastes like salt and sweetness and something uniquely her, and when I bite down—not gentle, not careful—she comes apart beneath me.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers as she rides out the waves, my name spilling from her lips in broken syllables. But even as she shakes with aftershocks, I don't stop. Can't stop.
I need more. Need everything she promised to give me.
I break away from her breast, my tongue immediately soothing the sting I left behind as my hands work frantically at my laces. The soft whimper she makes goes straight to my cock, already straining against the confines of my pants.
"Patience, little thief," I murmur against her skin, but my own words mock me. There's no patience left in me—not after weeks of wanting her, not after seeing another male's hands on what belongs to me.
The laces finally give way, and I shove my pants down just enough to free myself. My cock springs free, already hard and aching, the head slick with need. I drag her closer to the edge of the desk, positioning myself between her spread thighs, and the sight of her laid out before me—flushed and wanting, marked by my teeth—nearly breaks the last of my control.
I grip myself at the base, dragging the head of my cock through her folds. She's so fucking wet, slick and hot against me, and I have to bite back a groan as I coat myself in her arousal. The sensation is exquisite torture—her pussy lips parting around me, the promise of what's to come making my entire body coil tight with anticipation.
"Please," she whimpers, hips rocking against me, trying to take me deeper. "I want more."
The breathless desperation in her voice makes something dark and possessive unfurl in my chest. I look down at her—hair spread across my desk like spilled ink, cheeks flushed, lipsswollen from my kisses—and I can't hold back the predatory grin that curves my mouth.
"More?" I tease, notching the head of my cock at her entrance. "Tell me what you want, Heidi."
"You," she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. "I want you inside me. Please?—"
I push forward, just the tip breaching her entrance, and we both groan. She's impossibly tight, her body gripping me like a fist, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from slamming into her all at once.
"Fuck," I breathe, watching her face as I sink deeper. "You feel incredible."
Her pussy yields to me slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Her walls flutter around my cock as I stretch her, and the small sounds of pleasure and surprise she makes drive me closer to the edge of madness. She's so tight I can barely move, but gods, the way she takes me—like her body was made for mine.
"So full," she moans, head thrown back against the desk. "You're so—gods, Mihalis?—"
I slide deeper, feeling her body adjust to accommodate me, and when I'm finally buried all the way inside her, we both go still. The sensation is overwhelming—the heat of her wrapped around me, the way her pussy clenches and releases as she gets used to my size, the bond between us singing with shared pleasure and need.
For a moment, I just breathe, forehead pressed against hers, both of us panting as we adjust to the connection. She feels perfect around me, like coming home after years of wandering in the dark.
"You're taking me so well," I murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Every inch of me."
She shivers beneath me, and I can feel how her body responds to my words—the way her pussy tightens around me,the flush that spreads across her chest. My perfect, responsive little thief.
I pull back slowly, dragging my cock almost all the way out before slamming back into her. The force of it drives her up the desk, and the cry that tears from her throat is pure ecstasy. I do it again, harder this time, setting a rhythm that has her gasping my name with every thrust.
But I can see it in her eyes—the need for more, for something darker than simple pleasure. She doesn't want me to be gentle with her. Doesn't want me to treat her like she's fragile or breakable.
She wants the fire. The edge of danger that makes everything burn brighter.
My hand finds her throat, fingers wrapping around the delicate column. I don't squeeze—not yet—just hold her there as I continue to fuck into her with steady, deep strokes. Her eyes widen, pupils dilating with a mixture of arousal and anticipation.
"Is this what you want?" I ask, voice rough with need. "You want me to take control?"
