"You feel that?" His voice is strained. "Feel how perfectly you fit me? Like you were made for this. Made for me."
He starts to move, and I brace myself against the desk. Each thrust drives me forward, papers crumpling under my hands. It's raw and primal unlike the last time we were together, which was sweet and soft.
This is darker. More desperate. More real.
"Watch me fuck you," he orders.
I force my eyes to the reflection. See his face twisted in pleasure, concentration. See my own desperate expression.
"This is what marriage is," he pants. "Taking what we need from each other. Using each other. And you're finally learning that, aren't you?"
"Yes—God—yes?—"
His rhythm is brutal now, chasing something. One hand finds my hair, gathering it, using it as leverage. It should hurt. Instead, it makes everything more intense.
"I'm close," I gasp. "I'm?—"
"Not yet." He slows down, torturing us both. "Not until you promise me something."
"What?" I'm nearly sobbing with frustration.
"That you're done running. Done fighting this." His hand slides around to my throat, not squeezing, just holding. "That you're going to try. Really try. To make this work."
"That's not—that's not fair—I am?—"
"Life's not fair, baby." His hips roll, hitting that perfect spot, and I nearly come apart. "Promise me that you’ll give yourself to me, your entire self, everything. Or I stop right now."
"You wouldn't?—"
He stills completely. Buried deep inside me but not moving.
"Try me."
The bastard. The absolute bastard.
"Fine," I gasp. "I promise. Just—please?—"
"Please what?" He's enjoying this. I can hear it in his voice.
"Please fuck me. Please let me come. Please?—"
He pulls almost all the way out. Pauses.
Then slams back in.
I scream.
He sets a punishing pace, driving into me over and over, and I can feel my orgasm building impossibly fast.
"That's it," he encourages. "Take it. Take everything I'm giving you."
"Adrian—I'm?—"
"Come for me. Now."
I shatter, clenching around him, pleasure tearing through me so intensely I see stars.
He groans, rhythm faltering, and I feel him getting closer. Chasing his own release.
