The moment I hear her footsteps in the hall, I’m already moving.
Twenty-eight hours without her was too damn long. I spent it going over plans with the guys, making sure every detail was locked down, but now, all I can think about is her.
She steps into the doorway of the office and freezes.
I don’t smile, don’t even greet her; I just taketwo steps forward, rip the bag from her hand, toss it somewhere behind me, and grip her chin.
“You’re late,” I murmur. “I was two hours from torching your aunt’s fucking house just to smoke you out.”
“I—” she starts, but my mouth crashes onto hers before she can explain because I already know everything she did while at her aunt’s.
Her back hits the office door as I shove it closed and lock it. My hand stays on her throat, claiming. She’s already panting when I back her toward the desk, scattering whatever Beau left there—papers, pens, a folder full of names we’ll kill later. Right now, all I want is her spread across this table.
I grip her hips and lift her onto the edge, stepping between her legs, mouth trailing down her neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark.
“You were making me lose my fucking mind, hellcat,” I growl.
Her lips part, but I don’t give her a chance to answer. I shove her dress up, exposing those thighs I’ve been starving for.
“Eiden—” It’s a warning and a plea in one breath.
“Shut up and hold on.”
I hook her panties with two fingers, rip them aside, unzip with my free hand, and release my cock. I pressinto her without hesitation, without giving her body time to adjust.
The sound she makes—Christ—it’s half pain, half surrender, and it almost undoes me right there.
“Fuck,” I drag out as her walls clamp around me, heat wrapping me so tight I feel it in my spine.
“Too much?” I grind out, forehead pressed to hers.
She shakes her head, nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t you dare stop.”
My hands are everywhere, on her throat, in her hair, gripping her ass to drag her closer with every thrust.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her mouth. “Every inch of you. No one else gets this. No one.”
“Say it.”
She moans.
I clamp my hand around her throat. “Say you’re fucking mine while I’m still inside you.”
Her moan breaks, “I’m yours.” Her body tightens around me like a fucking vise. My eyes squeeze shut, a curse ripped from my throat.
“Don’t… do… that,” I grit out as she clenches again, fluttering around me. “Tight enough already. Fuck.”
My grip on her knee turns bruising. My thighs burn with the force of each thrust, abs locking tight every time I drive to the hilt. Veins stand out along my forearms as I fight the urge to finish too soon.
The pressure builds low in my spine, heat crawling up my back, my breathing turns uneven.
She whimpers my name as she comes, and that’s it. The sound slices through my restraint, my cock swells inside her, every nerve set alight. I slam forward once, twice, harder than before, and the first hot pulse of release shoots into her.
A deep, guttural growl tears from my chest as I lock her hips to mine, holding her exactly where I want her, every throb claiming her from the inside. My stomach tightens with each spurt, sweat running down my back, my whole body wired on the high of owning her.
I don’t pull out. Not for a second.
I stay buried to the last twitch, breath ragged, my heart pounding so hard I feel it in my teeth. I keep her pinned to the desk, as if letting go might let her slip away with my soul still lodged inside her.
