But underneath it, something raw and aching and new.
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"Look at me," he said, settling over her.
She did, her eyes meeting his without flinching.
He entered her slowly, inch by inch, giving her time to feel every moment of it.
She gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the desk.
"Still looking at me," he commanded softly.
She forced her eyes back to his.
It was different like this. No darkness to hide in. No shadows to make it easier. Just the bright light of his office and his eyes on her face, watching every expression, every reaction, missing nothing.
Vulnerable. Completely exposed.
"Don't look away," he murmured, beginning to move. "I want to see you."
She'd always avoided his gaze during sex—some self-protective instinct that kept her from being too seen. But now, with his eyes holding hers with an intensity that felt like a conversation, she couldn't look away.
He moved slowly, deeply, each thrust deliberate and measured. Taking his time. Tasting every moment.
His hands cradled her like she was breakable. Like she mattered.
"You feel—" he started, then stopped.
"What?" she breathed.
"Like you were made for me," he said, his voice rough. "Exactly for me."
Something passed between them in that moment—wordless, electric, terrifying in its depth.
His pace was slow, devastating, building her pleasure with excruciating patience.
"Samarth—" Her voice broke on his name.
"I know." His forehead dropped to hers, their breath mingling. "I know."
When she came, it was quiet and overwhelming, rolling through her in waves rather than crashing. She kept her eyes on his face and watched something break open in his expression.
He followed her with her name on his lips—not a command, not possession.
Just her name. Like it was the only word that mattered.
He stayed where he was afterward, his weight braced on his arms, looking at her face.
"What just happened?" she whispered.
"I don't know," he admitted. "But I don't want it to stop."
He helped her up carefully, and she expected him to pull away, to rebuild the distance.
Instead, he led her to the large leather couch in the corner of his office and settled onto it, pulling her against his chest.
"Stay here tonight," he said. "With me."
