The air in the room seed to vanish. Alaric’s face transford into sothing truly feral, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black.
"Sofia Stephen?" he roared, the sound vibrating in the very floorboards. "Fine. You won!"
He didn’t waste another second. He grabbed her thighs, shoving them back toward her shoulders until she was completely open, and with one brutal, territorial thrust, he sank into her.
Sofia’s head slamd back against the desk as she let out a long, shattered moan. "Yes! Oh god, yes!"
He was stretching her, filling every hollow inch of her with a heat that was almost too much to bear. Alaric didn’t ease into it; he began to fuck her with a violent, rhythmic intensity, his hips slamming against hers with a sound like thunder. He was marking her from the inside out, his every thrust a silent command for her to forget every other man’s na. Sofia moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrust harder and deeper.
Alaric hauled her off the desk. Her legs were like jelly, shaking so violently she could barely stand. He didn’t let her rest. He spun her around, forcing her to lean over the mahogany table, her palms flat against the wood.
He stepped behind her, his chest pressing into her back, and drove back inside her from behind. Sofia let out a choked cry, her fingers clawing at the desk as she pushed her hips back to et him, her body acting on instinct.
"Say it!" Alaric hissed, his hand tangling in her hair and pulling her head back so he could bite the sensitive cord of her neck. "Say you aren’t going to anyone else!"
But Sofia responded only with a moan.
Frustrated, he fucked her until her eyes went watery, her vision blurring as he hamred into her with a raw, primal strength. The friction was incredible, her cream mixing with his precum until every slide of his length was a wet, drowning sensation.
Alaric sat back in his heavy leather executive chair, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He didn’t let her go. He grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap, facing him.
Sofia sank onto him, her eyes rolling back as he filled her to the hilt in the new position. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her rounded ass resting in his large palms as she began to roll her hips, grinding against him with a hunger that matched his own. Alaric groaned, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh of her butt as he began to thrust upward, eting every downward stroke of her body with a force that made the chair creak.
Alaric suddenly stood up from the chair, his powerful thighs straining as he lifted Sofia with him without ever breaking their connection. He marched her over to the side of the desk, pinning her back against the cool wood. Before she could catch her breath, he hooked one of her shapely, heavy legs over his broad shoulder, forcing her wide open in a way that made her cry out in shock.
In this position, he was able to drive upward with a deeper, more punishing angle. He hamred into her, his hips slapping against her rounded ass with a sound like a whip crack.
"Look at ," he commanded, his thumb catching a tear on her flushed cheek as he bottod out inside her again and again. "Tell you can feel in your soul, Sofia. Tell there’s no room left for anyone else."
Sofia could only gasp, her fingers digging into his corded biceps as the sheer depth of him made her vision tilt. She felt every inch of his thick, veined length stretching her to her absolute limit.
He pulled her away from the desk, keeping her upright but spinning her around to face the gilded mirror again. He forced her to lean forward, her palms flat against the cold glass, watching her own reflection as he entered her from behind once more.
The sight was primal. He reached around, his large, calloused hands covering her breasts, squeezing them in a rough rhythm with his thrusts. Seeing himself buried deep inside her—the dark purple of his shaft disappearing into her soaking wet, reddened folds—drove Alaric to the brink of insanity.
"Watch," he hissed against her ear, his breath hot and bruising. "Watch how much you need this. Watch how your body opens up for and only ."
Sofia watched her own sea-blue eyes glaze over in the mirror, her reflection a blur of raw, animalistic surrender as he fucked her with a relentless, driving force that made the glass rattle in its fra.
Sofia moaned and tried to close her eyes, but he spanked her ass and growled. "Don’t... open your eyes..."
Sofia cried out, opening her eyes as she watched herself... the bouncing of her breasts, her disheveled hair, and the movent of her body as he thrust in and out.
The pleasure was so much that she almost lost her footing, but Alaric noticed and sat back down in his heavy leather executive chair. He pulled Sofia onto him, but this ti he turned her around so her back was pressed against his chest. He guided her down onto his length, her rounded ass rubbing against his lower stomach as she sank onto him to the hilt.
He wrapped his massive arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him as she began to bounce. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, her blonde hair a wild silk curtain against his face. From this angle, Alaric reached down, his fingers finding her swollen clit and manipulating it with a cruel, expert speed while he watched the workers outside through the tinted glass.
The sight of the world going on while he possessed her pushed them both toward a breaking point. Sofia’s internal walls were clenching around him in desperate, rhythmic pulses.
As the pleasure reached its peak, Alaric’s movents suddenly shifted. The violent, territorial thrusts slowed, turning into sothing deep, slow, and agonizingly tender.
He turned her back around in his lap to face him. His eyes were no longer black with rage; they were softening into a glowing, vulnerable erald. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her fra against his massive chest, and began to rock her gently as he moved inside her with a soul-searing glide.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers, tasting the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her breath. He didn’t just kiss her; he breathed her in.
"Sofia," he whispered, his voice cracking with an emotion he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years. "I’m sorry... but I can’t let you go. I won’t."
He slowed his pace until every slide was a silent confession. He looked deep into her eyes, his forehead resting against hers, as he felt the first waves of his release beginning to build.
"I love you, Sofia," he confessed, the words raw and unshielded. "I’ve loved you since the mont you looked at with those defiant eyes. Sofia, you are my life."
He kissed her deeply, his tongue seeking hers as he finally let go, his warm cum spilling into her as they both ca.
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