“You’re fucking perfect,” he says. “Every bit of you.”
Each stroke drags against my walls, his swollen head pushing so, so deep.
“Harder,” I moan. “Please.”
He gives me what I need, sweeping his arms under my legs, hooking my ankles over his shoulders. The position gives him the perfect angle, his cock driving deeper and hitting all the spots that make my toes curl. My gaze is locked onto his perfect body, those gorgeous muscles tensing and flexing as he wrecks me.
“Come for me,” he growls. “I want to see it. Now.”
His hips snap with each punishing thrust. It takes no time at all before the second orgasm barrels through me, my pussy fluttering and my back arching as I come. He doesn’t stop, riding me through it.
I’m barely back to my senses before he wraps his arm around my waist, lifting me off the desk and carrying me back to the couch. He sits and I straddle him, sinking slowly, savoring every thick inch until my ass touches his thighs. I flatten my hands on his chest and lean forward, kissing him again.
“A queen on her throne,” he says through the kiss. I can’t help but chuckle, shake my head.
I roll my hips back and forth, dragging his cock along every sensitive wall. My breasts bounce heavily, and he scoops them into his hands, leaning forward and licking my nipples as I ride him.
“Faster,” he growls.
I obey, picking up speed, rising and falling on top of his length, my clit grinding against his base.
“Come with me,” he says. “I want to feel it as I explode deep inside you.”
I shatter, walls gripping his length, pleasure ripping through me.
He lets out a lion’s roar as he comes, his hips shuttering as he spills hot inside me, his cock pulsing. We come together, shaking, sweat-slicked. The climax rises and falls, and I close my eyes and focus on the sensation of his warmth spreading so deep inside.
I stay on his lap, feeling him go soft inside me until he finally lifts me off his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder, not wanting to move. His fingers trace lazy lines across my back. The air smells sweet from our lovemaking.
After a long silence, his voice rumbles against me. “I owe you an apology.”
I lift my head slightly. “For what? Being an overbearing control freak? Or how about the time you nearly took my head off with a flying glass.”
His mouth twitches. It’s not a smile, not quite. More like something sheepish, embarrassed. “For both.” He exhales through his nose, then takes my hand and places it on his chest. “That night, I lost control. I told myself it was you simply not understanding the gravity of our situation, that it was a frustration only I could understand. But the truth is simpler—I was scared.”
“Scared?” I echo, my voice soft.
He nods. “Scared of what I’m becoming. Scared of what I could lose. You. Our children. The future I’m trying to build for all of us.” He looks at me with a rawness in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. “I’m still learning how to be the man they’ll need. And the man you deserve. And on top of it all, I have to keep you safe.”
I brush my thumb along his jaw, rough and warm. “You don’t have to be perfect. Just don’t whip glassware at the walls when you’re upset.”
That earns a small chuckle. “Noted.” He kisses my forehead, and I can almost feel the contrition. “I will protect you. All of you. That’s my vow. But I’ll do it differently now. No rage. No walls. I’ll be better.”
His tone feels real enough to unclench my heart, to release a pressure inside me that I’d been carrying for a long time.
“Good. Because I can’t do this alone.”
“You don’t have to.”
The words hang between us in the dark and the silence. My eyelids are growing heavier by the second, the night finally catching up with me. His hand moves up and down, up and down along my spine, as if he’s coaxing me to rest.
I let go, finally, drifting toward sleep, held in the solid warmth of his arms. Before sleep takes me completely, a small thought flickers.
Is he still hiding something?
CHAPTER 34
SASHA
