Page 73 of Hers to Command

The first touch of his mouth is almost overwhelming, and I grab for something to hold onto, my fingers curling around the edge of the desk. He groans against me, the sound vibrating through me, and I tilt my hips toward him. Might as well take advantage while he’s offering.

Not that it’s a rare offer.

Still, I’ve got needs and I might as well let him take care of me. Especially because he’s fucking good at it. The way he works me over has my mind go a bit hazy, his tongue and teeth nipping, licking, and teasing me. I’m trembling by the time he finally pulls back, his lips glistening, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them.

“Stand up,” he orders, his voice rough and low. When I don’t move fast enough, he grips my hips and lifts me to my feet himself, spinning me around so that my palms press flat against the cool surface of the desk.

My breath hitches when I hear the metallic clink of his belt, the sound sending a thrill through me. He doesn’t waste time either. His hands are back on me in an instant, guiding me to bend over, and then he plunges into me, using my slick wetness to drive into me fast and deep.

The first thrust steals my breath. There’s no hesitation, no gentleness, just the raw, possessive way he takes me, filling me completely. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he sets a punishing pace, each snap of his hips driving me against his desk.

“Anya,” he growls, his voice a harsh rasp against my ear as he leans over me. His chest presses against my back, and one of his hands snakes around to grip my throat, tilting my head back so he can bite at the curve of my shoulder.

The only other sounds I hear are the slap of skin and our ragged breaths. I meet him thrust for thrust, pushing back against him, chasing the building pressure that’s quickly spiraling out of control.

He doesn’t slow down for even a second, and I know he can’t last much longer. The way his breathing grows ragged is giving him away. And I don’t want him to hold back. Not now. Not when I know exactly what will tip me over the edge.

“Do it,” I gasp, my nails clawing at the desk as he slams into me. “I want you to fill me.”

He groans, the sound low and guttural, and his pace falters for a split second. Then his hands tighten their grip on my waist again, as if trying to anchor himself while his control slips. The raw, feral noise he makes when I push back into him tells me he heard me loud and clear.

“You want that?” He asks over the slap of our bodies. “You want me to fill you up? Get you pregnant?”

“Yes,” I cry, not even ashamed of the desperation in my voice. “Give it to me, Riccardo. I want your cum in me.”

His movements become erratic, his thrusts deeper and harder, each one pushing me closer to the edge. “You’ll look so good,” he growls into my ear, his voice raw and full of hunger. “Carrying my baby, round and perfect. Everyone will know who you belong to.”

The words alone are enough to send me spiraling and my release tears through me like a pulsing wave. I cry out, my body clenching tightly around him, and that’s his undoing.

“Tesoro mio,” he groans, his voice breaking as he drives into me one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go. His body shakes against mine as he lets go completely, giving me exactly what I begged for.

The heat of him floods me, and I feel a strange, primal satisfaction at the thought of it taking root. My knees tremble as he holds me in place, his arms wrapping around me from behind, pulling me into his chest as he catches his breath.

He doesn’t pull out immediately, and I don’t want him to. Instead, his hands slide over my abdomen, his fingers spreading wide as if imagining it already. “You’ll look beautiful,” he murmurs again, his lips brushing against my ear, softer now but no less possessive.

I turn my head slightly, just enough to catch his gaze, and I can see it in his eyes. There is a dark satisfaction in knowing he’s claimed me completely. And I can’t help but smile, because he might not realize it, but I’ve claimed him right back. His DNA is inside me now, and I’m the one in control.

After a moment, his hands sliding up to rest on my waist as he pulls me upright, turning me to face him.

His lips find mine and I melt into him, my legs still trembling.

“That distraction,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice warm with satisfaction, “was exactly what I needed.”

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