“Yeah. Only one of us is capable of bullshitting the other.”
“Touché.”
“Now, let me go.”
“Never,” he rasps in my ear. “You belong to me.”
“But my heart doesn’t.”
He reaches down, and I moan as he slides a single finger inside me. “Here’s the cold, hard truth, stray. Your heart hurts, and your pain wants you to run from me. But your body won’t ever stop wanting to betray your heart. What we have burns so fucking bright, not even the sun compares.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Right now.” He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, the whiskey on his breath. “Right now, I want you to let me fuck you until you see fucking stars. And once I’ve made you come, and I’m done staring at your creamed pussy, I want you to tell me how much you love me. That you’ll stop fighting what you feel for me. Then I’m going to watch your tits get larger.” He reaches down and cups my breast, squeezing before dragging his hand to my stomach, flattening his palm. “I’m going to watch your belly grow and feel my babies move inside you, knowing they are the best parts of both of us.”
His hand dips between my legs, his finger circling my clit. “But right now, I just want to fuck you and make you come. I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”
“That’s your problem, isn’t it? You don’t realize just how much you ask of the people around you.”
“Right now I’m just asking you to give in. To surrender and let your body have what it wants.” His lips are on my earlobe. “My cock.”
He thrusts against my ass, his dick hard and throbbing with a promise for pleasure. When he moves again, my feet lift off the ground, and I reach back, clawing at his neck, nails scratching and fingers digging.
There are so many voices inside my head, screaming at me. I’ve never felt this torn in my entire fucking life. How am I supposed to stay strong, stay standing when every ounce of my being is dying to be with him?
I’m so tired of fighting. The constant battle between my head and heart is exhausting. It’s fucking killing me.
Just once.
I want to surrender…just once.
My control snaps, and desire takes over. Alexius’ arm winds around my midsection, and he pulls me up, forcing me to bend my knees as he carries me with my back against his chest.
I refuse to allow my head the power to form a single coherent thought. I don’t want to think about anything other than the anticipation of ecstasy. I don’t want reality to seep through and give me even a sliver of control. I want to let go and fall.
With one arm, he swipes the desk clean, papers and pens, books and files flying and scattering to the ground. He sets me down on the mahogany wood, his fingers hooking in my pants' waistband, yanking my underwear down with it, jerking it off and tossing it to the side.
We’re all hot breaths and manic lust, his cold hands pressing against my thighs, spreading me open, diving his tongue into my heated sex. My back is flush against the desk, and my hands weave through his soft hair as he licks from my opening to my clit, teasing and flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue, driving me crazy.
“God, I’ve been craving your taste, stray,” he rasps, causing the sweetest vibrations against my sensitive flesh. “You taste so good.”
My body hums and blood sings while my insides burn. It’s always like this with him. So out of control. So powerful. So goddamn right.
I rock my hips, thrusting into his mouth, needing more. Needing him to push me over the edge.
Alexius groans, reaches underneath my ass, and keeps me in place as he sucks my clit. There’s no more resistance left in me. At least not now. He’s won this battle, and I let him consume and devour me. I’d let him slaughter me if he wanted to.
Pressure starts deep inside my core, and I tighten my grip in his hair.
“Don’t come.” His voice is a low growl of demand, and he lifts his face from between my legs, my arousal glistening on his lips, and my breaths become more labored as I watch him pull out his cock—the sight of his thick girth and pre-cum coated dick reminding me of how it feels to be fucked by him. My husband. The man who owns me body, heart, and soul.
There’s no time to think. No time to speak. We’re both consumed, frenzied, completely possessed, needing our fix as addicts do.
Slipping his arms underneath my legs, he curls his hands over my hips and yanks me closer to the edge. Closer to him.
“Oh, God,” I moan, the velvet tip of his dick nudging at my entrance.
“Say it.”