Sofia’s POV
Damien’s pace grew brutal; every thrust rocked harder against the desk until my body couldn’t hold itself still. His growls rumbled against my throat, his sweat slicking against my skin. My nails raked his back, but instead of pushing him away, I dragged him closer, wanting more.
Then, unexpectedly, he broke the kiss, pulled out, and spun around. My palms slamd flat against the desk, my dress pooling uselessly at my feet. His hands clamped onto my hips, dragging back until my body arched into his.
"Damien—" My voice cracked, half plea, half curse.
"After all these years," he rasped behind , his breath hot on my neck, "you still feel like this."
The sound of his voice, low and rough, sent a shudder through . His body drove into mine again, harder, deeper; the desk shuddered beneath us. I bit my lip until I tasted copper; my moans spilled anyway, raw and unwilling.
Every snap of his hips stripped another layer of defiance. I hated the way my body burned for him. I hated how good it felt.
"Say it," he growled, his grip bruising as he pulled tighter against him, thrusting harder inside .
"I—hate—you," I gasped, but it broke into a whimper as heat coiled sharp and unbearable in my stomach.
His laughter was a dark, wicked thing, his pace relentless until I shattered, trembling around him, my cries filling the office. He groaned, low and guttural, before pulling back sharply.
I spun halfway, breathless, just in ti to see him drop to his knees behind , his hands pushing my thigh open again, his eyes burning with a hunger that made my chest cave.
"Damien—" My voice caught.
"Don’t think," he muttered, voice wrecked. "Just feel."
His breath burned hot against the inside of my thigh, every exhale searing my skin and making tremble. His grip was strong as he pushed wider, holding open. My pulse hamred in my throat, every nerve alive, torn between the instinct to shove him away and the darker, hungrier urge to drag him closer.
"Damien—" My voice cracked, half a command, half a plea, betraying .
He lifted his head just enough for his eyes to et mine, molten with hunger, that dangerous smile curving his lips. "You used to love this," he murmured, voice low, ragged, wrecked. "Rember."
And then his mouth was on .
The first touch of his tongue made my head snap back, a sharp, helpless cry spilling from my lips before I could stop it. Heat shot through , fierce and consuming, my hands slamming down on the desk for balance as my knees nearly buckled.
I wanted to fight him, to cling to the anger that had fueled for so long, but the pleasure was relentless—tearing through every wall I had built, every defense I thought I had left.
"Gods..." The word tore from , raw and shaful, as my hips rocked against his mouth, betraying further. His grip on my thighs tightened, bruising, daring to try and pull away. He pinned open with a possessiveness that sent shivers racing down my spine.
I clawed at the wood beneath , teeth gritted, nails digging deep grooves as I fought the madness building inside . Every stroke of his tongue, every flick, every suck was another blow to my control, a battle I was losing faster than I could catch my breath.
"Damien," I gasped, my voice breaking apart, "I—I can’t—"
A growl rumbled from him, muffled against my skin; the vibration shooting straight through . My whole body bowed forward, trembling as wave after wave of pleasure surged higher, hotter, until there was nothing left but fire and need.
And then it broke.
I released into his mouth. My scream echoed off the walls, my body convulsing, shattering against his mouth.
When it finally ended, I collapsed against the desk, chest heaving, damp hair sticking to my face, my breath ragged and broken. My hands slipped uselessly across the gouged wood, nails torn from how hard I’d clawed.
Slowly, Damien rose. His lips glistened, his jaw tense as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His gaze stayed fixed on —hungry, feral, and full of desire.
"This," he said hoarsely, his voice dark, "was only the beginning."
"Enough," I whispered, collapsing against the desk, every muscle trembling. "I’m tired..." The words ca out weak, false, but I forced them anyway, desperate to leave.
Damien’s shadow lood closer, his breath still ragged, his chest heaving against my back. His hand curled around my hip, firm. "Tired?" His laugh was rough, low, and so fucking sexy. "Sofia... I haven’t even co yet."
My heart lurched. I tried to push up, to steady myself, but his hands were already on , dragging higher onto the desk. The wood bit into my skin as he turned around and spread my thighs apart again.
"Damien—" I started, voice cracking.
"Don’t," he cut off, his tone sharp, his hunger palpable. "You know I have to cum."
In one swift motion, he lifted my legs, setting them on his shoulders, forcing open and vulnerable beneath him. My back arched off the desk, the angle brutal, leaving no escape as his body aligned with mine.
And then he drove into .
The sudden stretch tore a cry from my throat, sharp and broken. My nails scrabbled uselessly against the desk, my head snapping back as he filled , hard, relentless, leaving no space between us.
"Damien!" I gasped, half anger, half shaful need.
He groaned, deep and guttural, every thrust harder than the last, shaking the desk beneath us. His grip pinned my thighs in place against his shoulders, holding wide as he pounded into with raw fury.
"You hate ?" he snarled, his face lowering close to mine, sweat dripping onto my skin. "Then say it. Hate while I’m inside you. Hate while your body begs for more."
"I... hate—" My words shattered on a moan as his hips slamd forward again, the impact tearing the air from my lungs.
His mouth crashed against mine, bruising, angry; his kiss devouring. I bit him, hard, but he only groaned, thrusting deeper, punishing, until my nails clawed bloody crescents into his back.
The rhythm was rciless, every snap of his hips a war between us. My anger burned hot, but beneath it, the pleasure was unbearable, consuming, pulling under no matter how I fought.
"Damien—" I choked, my body breaking again, traitorous, clenching tight around him.
His growl vibrated against my mouth. "That’s it. Give in. Cum for ."
And I did.
Another climax tore through , violent, unstoppable, dragging down into white-hot oblivion. I scread his na, furious at myself, furious at him, but lost completely.
Damien’s pace grew erratic, desperate, his groans deepening as he drove harder, faster, until at last he shuddered, releasing inside with a guttural roar that shook through my bones.
He collapsed over , breath harsh, chest heaving, his body still pressing into the desk.
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