But I'm not done with her yet. Not by a long shot.
I pull out of her and turn her around, bending her over the desk. Her hands flatten against the wood, her head bowed.
I enter her from behind, a new angle. A new depth.
Her gasp is one of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
I lean over her, my chest to her back, my lips at her ear.
"Mine," I growl.
Her answer is a choked sob.
I move, setting a punishing pace. The desk scrapes against the floor with each thrust.
She reaches between her legs to touch herself, and a wave of something hot and possessive washes over me. I grab her arms and pin them behind her back with one of my own. She's completely at my mercy.
I expect resistance, but Olivia doesn't fight me. She presses her cheek against the desk and surrenders to me.
It's the most erotic thing I have ever experienced, and it fuels the beast inside me, fighting to get out.
I can't go slow. I can't be gentle. I can only give her the raw, primal, dominant pleasure my body craves. The kind of pleasure that leaves marks, inside and out.
She meets my thrusts, pushing back against me, her body welcoming my possession. Her moans fill the room, a symphony of desire that drives me wild.
I bring my other hand down on her ass. The slap echoes in the quiet room.
She yelps, her body tensing for a second before relaxing into the sensation.
I do it again.
"Roberto, please," she sobs.
"Please, what? Tell me what you want," I say darkly.
"Mark me," she cries out. "Bite me."
The last of my control shatters.
I move my free hand to her throat, my fingers wrapping around her neck. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to make her feel my power. To make her feel owned.
I lean down and sink my teeth into the soft skin of her side, right next to her sensitive breast.
She screams, her body convulsing as she comes, a violent, shattering orgasm that rips through her.
The feel of her clenching around me, the taste of her skin, the sound of her release is my undoing.
I follow her over the edge, my own release a blinding, all-consuming force that leaves me empty and full at the same time.
I collapse on top of her, both of us breathing heavily. The room is silent except for the sound of our ragged breaths.
I stay inside her for a long moment, not wanting to break the connection. I press a soft kiss to the bite mark on her side.
She shivers.
I slowly pull out of her and turn her around to face me. Her eyes are closed, her face flushed. I kiss her, a soft, gentle kiss that is a stark contrast to the raw, primal sex we just had.
She wraps her arms around my neck, her body pressing against mine. Her kisses are hungry and demanding, a silent request for more.
