“Look at me,” I ordered, voice gravelly, grabbing her chin to force her gaze to mine.
Her eyes snapped open, mismatched and furious, but so goddamn beautiful that the last thread of my control snapped. “Mira, you’re stunning like this,” I told her, thrusting the rest of the way in, burying myself to the hilt.
I moved then, not gently at all. My hips snapped forward, hard and relentless, the desk shuddering with each powerful drive. Another stack of papers cascaded to the floor, scattering from our forbidden fuck.
She pulled me closer with her heels, urging me deeper, her walls fluttering around my length. The sound she made, a desperate whine against my neck, ignited me completely.
“S-sol…”
I gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, pounding into her with a rhythm that shook the entire desk.
“That’s it,” I groaned, leaning down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongue fucking her just as roughly as my cock did her pussy. “Ride me back. Show me how much you love being filled up on this desk.”
Her nails raked down my back, and I hissed in pleasure, thrusting harder, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room.
I could hear them outside. Guards running past the corridor. The alarm still wailing on the upper levels. Her father’s world falling into chaos while I took his daughter apart on his desk, surrounded by the maps and files and photographs of the organization he’d built to destroy my kind.
The radio barked again, more urgent now, but I ignored it, focusing on her moans, the way her breasts bounced with every slam.
I ripped open her blouse, buttons flying, and shoved her bra down, freeing her tits. They were perfect, full and heaving, nipples hard peaks begging for attention. I latched onto one, sucking hard, teeth grazing as I fucked her mercilessly.
“These tits,” I murmured against her skin, switching to the other. “So responsive, so fucking hot when you arch like that.”
She bit my shoulder to stifle her cries, teeth sinking in deep enough to draw blood, and I growled, the pain spurring me on. I straightened, hooking her legs over my arms to angle deeper, hitting her cervix with each brutal thrust.
“Come for me, Mira,” I demanded, one hand dropping to rub her clit in tight circles. “Let me feel how good I make you feel.”
Her body tensed, pussy spasming around me as she shattered, waves of her orgasm crashing over her. She was exquisite, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream, and I praised her through it.
“Yes, there you go.”
I didn’t stop, chasing my own release, hips pistoning faster. The desk groaned in protest, more files tumbling, but I didn’t care.
This was our moment, raw and claiming, on the very place of her father’s power.
“Solomon-!”
With a final, deep thrust, I came, spilling hot ropes of cum deep in her pussy, groaning her name.
We stayed locked together. The knot held us in place, and the silence that settled between us was the kind I’d built my entire relationship with her on.
It said everything the words couldn’t.
Her hand traced the scar from my temple down until it reached my jaw. The way she used to when she thought I was asleep.
“There’s a male scent on your clothes,” I said.
She pulled back. Stared at me. “Are you serious right now?”
“Faint. Recent. Not one of us.”
“His name is Wyatt. He’s my training partner and ally. He helped me smuggle evidence from the medical wing.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re as bad as Percival.”
“Percy mentioned it first.”
“Sounds like him.” She rolled her eyes with enough force that I nearly smiled.
The radio crackled again. The chatter had shifted. Someone was reporting the eastern breach contained, patrols regrouping, a sweep ordered for the interior.
