That breaks the last thread of his restraint. His mouth crashes back onto mine and this time there's nothing gentle about it. He kisses me like he's starving and I'm the first meal he's had in weeks.
I work on his shirt with shaking fingers. When I finally get it off I run my hands over his chest and feel the muscles jump under my touch. He's broader than I expected, more built, and I can feel the strength in him when he lifts me off the desk and carries me to the wall.
My back hits the solid surface and he pins me there with his body while his mouth moves from my lips to my jaw to my throat. I can feel his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin and something low in my belly clenches with want.
"Say it again," he says against my neck. "Tell me you want this."
"I want this. I want you. Please, Julian, I need..."
"What do you need?" His hand slides up my thigh and under my skirt. "Tell me what you need."
"You. Just you. Please."
He makes a sound that's almost a growl and carries me to the couch against the far wall. We land together and his weight presses me into the cushions. His hands work at the buttons of my shirt while his mouth moves to my throat. Each button that comes undone reveals more skin and he kisses his way down as he goes.
My shirt falls open and he pulls back to look at me. His eyes have gone dark with want and I can see his chest heaving with the effort of not just tearing the rest of my clothes off.
"You're so beautiful," he says roughly, and then his mouth is on my breast through the thin fabric of my bra.
I arch into him and my hands find the waistband of his pants. I work at his belt with shaking fingers until it comes free and then I'm pushing his pants down his hips. He helps me, kicking them off along with everything else until he's completely bare above me.
I take a moment to just look at him. He's built lean and strong, all hard muscle and golden skin. His cock is hard and thick between his legs and I can see it straining toward me.
He makes quick work of the rest of my clothes. My skirt disappears, then my underwear, until I'm just as bare as he is. His hand slides between my thighs and I gasp when his fingers find how wet I already am.
"Fuck," he breathes against my ear. "You're so wet for me already. So ready."
His fingers circle and press and I'm making sounds I've never made before. He touches me like he knows exactly what I need until I'm trembling and desperate beneath him.
"Please," I manage. "Julian, please, I need you."
"I know what you need." He positions himself between my legs and I can feel the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. "Are you sure about this? Once we do this, there's no going back."
"I'm sure. Please."
"Look at me," he says, and when I do his eyes have gone almost completely amber. His wolf is right at the surface and I can see it looking at me with pure hunger. "I need you to understand what's about to happen. When I claim you, when we complete this, there's a bond that forms. You'll be mine and I'll be yours, bond complete and permanent. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"And you still want this?"
"Yes. God, yes."
He pushes into me slowly and the first inch makes my back arch off the couch. He's thick and the stretch burns as my body tries to accommodate his size. I can feel every ridge and vein as he sinks deeper.
"Breathe," he says against my ear. "Just breathe through it."
I do, forcing myself to relax, and he slides in another inch. The burn is intense but not entirely unpleasant. My body is adjusting, stretching to take him.
"That's it," he encourages. "You're taking me so well. Just a little more."
He pushes in the final inches until he's fully seated inside me and we both go still. I can feel him throbbing inside me, can feel my body clenching around his cock as it adjusts to being filled so completely.
The rhythm starts slow but builds quickly. His hips snap against mine and I can hear the desperation in his breathing, can feel it in how his hands grip my hips hard enough to leave marks. I'm meeting him thrust for thrust and the friction is building something inside me that feels like it's going to tear me apart.
"You feel so perfect," he groans against my throat. "So tight and wet and perfect. Like you were made for me."
The dirty words send heat spiraling through me and I dig my nails into his shoulders. He hisses at the bite of pain and drives into me harder.
