"OhGod,Elias!"Shewraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles and pulling me deeper.
"Lookat me,"Icommand.
Sheopens her eyes.They’reswimming with tears, dilated and dark.
"Youfeel that?"Igrind my hips against hers, hitting that spot deep inside her that makes her toes curl. "That'sme.That'syour husband.That'sthe father of your children."
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes, yes, yes."
Iset a rhythm that punishes the table.Clang.Clang.Clang.Thesteel rattles with the force of our coupling.Iam an animal.Iam feral.I’vespent six years being the quiet one, the stoic one, the one who sits in the corner and crunches numbers while my brothers brawl and fuck and fight.
Nomore.
Iam the storm now.
Grabbingher tits,Iknead the soft flesh until my fingerprints are branded into her skin.Ineed to feel her clenching around me, stretching wide to accommodate every inch of what belongs to her.Markingher everywhere is the only option.Bendingdown,Isuck a bruise onto her neck, right over her jugular.Awarning sign to anyone who looks at her.Propertyof theTreasurer.
"Ilove you," she cries out, her nails digging into my scalp.
Thewords hit me in the chest, shattering the last of my defenses.
"Ilove you,"Isnarl back. "Ilove you so much it makes me sick.Icount the seconds when you're not in the room.Icount your breaths when you sleep becauseI'mterrified one of them will be the last.Youare my chaos,Mia.Youare the only variableIcan't control, andIlove you for it."
Ipick up the pace.Faster.Harder.
Thefriction is unbearable.Theheat in the room is rising, the air growing heavy and thick.Ican feel my release building, a tidal wave of pressure at the base of my spine.
"Cumfor me,"Iorder. "Takeit."
Shefalls apart.Herinner walls clamp down on my cock, milking me, squeezing me in a rhythmic spasm that drives me over the edge.
"Elias!"
Igroan, a low, guttural sound that rips from the bottom of my lungs.Ibury myself in her one last time, holding her hips in a vice grip, andIlet go.
Ipour my seed into her in scalding, heavy ropes.
Hot.Heavy.Endless.
Ispend every drop of my cum, filling her pussy to the brim until she’s overflowing with my claim.Iwant her to feel the weight of my seed deep in her womb, a permanent reminder that theTreasurerhas balanced her books for good.Itgoes on and on, wave after wave of pleasure that whites out my vision.I’mshaking.She’sshaking.Weare vibrating at the same frequency, two dissonant notes finally finding harmony.
Icollapse forward, resting my weight on my forearms soIdon't crush her, burying my face in the crook of her neck.Myheart is hammering against my ribs.One-hundred-sixty thumps per minute.Dangerous.Lethal.
Perfect.
Westay like that for a long time.Theonly sound in theVaultis our ragged breathing and the drone of the cooling fans.Thesmell of sex is heavy—musk and sweat and the metallic tang of the room.
Slowly, the world starts to seep back in.Thecold of the steel table against my forearms.Theharsh tremor in my thighs.I’vecompletely ruined my spare flannel shirt.
Idon't care.
Ipull back, smoothing her hair away from her damp forehead.Shelooks devastating.Herlips are red and swollen, her eyes heavy-lidded and sated.
"Youokay?"Iask.Myvoice is still wrecked.
Shenods, a lazy smile stretching across her face. "Ithink you rearranged my internal organs."
"Good."Ikiss her nose. "Let'sget you cleaned up."
