Page 104 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

He laid me out across the polished wood and pulled my legs over his shoulders, diving back in with renewed hunger. This angle went even deeper. I could only hold on and take it, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the desk's edge.

"So perfect," he panted, watching where we joined. "Made for me. Only me."

"Only you," I echoed mindlessly. "Always—ah!"

He found that spot again and worked it mercilessly, thumb pressing down on the bundle of nerves above where he moved. The dual sensation was overwhelming. Too much. Not enough.

"Come for me again," he demanded. "I want to feel it."

As if my body existed only to obey him, the tension coiled tight and released. I came with a broken sob, clenching around him so hard he cursed and followed me over with a few more erratic thrusts.

Heat flooded inside me. He collapsed forward, bracing himself on his hands so he wouldn't crush me, both of us gasping for air.

"Alice," he murmured, pressing kisses to my face, my throat, anywhere he could reach. "My Alice."

Before I could catch my breath, he pulled out and flipped me over, bending me across the desk. I heard him drop to his knees behind me.

"What are you—oh god!"

His mouth was on me, tongue licking through my folds, tasting our combined release with obscene enthusiasm. The wet sounds made me flush hot all over.

"Cedric, you don't have to do this."

"I want to." He pulled back just long enough to speak before diving back in, hands spreading me wider. "Want to taste every part of you. Want to make you come on my tongue."

He worked me with single-minded focus, alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks that had my thighs trembling. When he pushed two fingers inside and curled them while sucking hard on my clit, I came apart with a wail.

He didn't let up until I was begging, oversensitive and shaking. Only then did he stand, turning me around and kissing me deeply so I could taste us both on his tongue.

"Bed," he said roughly. "Now."

We barely made it. He had me pressed against the wall three steps from the door, hiking my leg up and sliding back inside with a groan.

"Can't get enough of you," he muttered, hips snapping forward. "Never enough."

I clung to him, nails dragging down his back hard enough to leave marks. Good. I wanted him marked the way he was marking me. Wanted everyone to know he was mine.

"Love you," I gasped out between thrusts. "Love you so much."

"Show me." He gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Show me how much."

I pulled him into a searing kiss, pouring everything I felt into it—all the love, the gratitude, the desire, the joy. He made a choked sound and his rhythm faltered, thrusts going erratic.

"Alice, I'm—"

"Me too. Together."

We came in tandem, clutching each other desperately. My vision whited out. When I came back to myself, we were sliding down the wall to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

Cedric pressed his face into my hair, still trembling. "I love you, Alice."

I stroked his back weakly. "Love you too."

Eventually, he gathered enough strength to carry me to the actual bed. We made it there just before my legs gave out entirely. He laid me down gently and crawled over me, kissing me slow and sweet this time.

"More?" he asked, though his eyes already held the answer.

I pulled him down. "More."