Page 89 of Souls and Sorrows

Clearing my throat, I trail my fingers along her collarbone, relishing the way my touch seems to ignite something in her. It’s like those times I’ve watched her come alive when she dances, twisting and molding her body to fit into choreography as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me,” she murmurs after a moment, her eyes turned down as she tracks my movements. “You said so many times that you didn’t want to touch me—”

Cradling the underside of her jaw, I tilt her head back. “I also told you it wasn’t like that. I’ve wanted nothing more than to have my hands all over you since the moment our eyes met in that club weeks ago. If I’d had my way, I would’ve taken you to the back and feasted on you, even knowing your fiancé was off somewhere, waiting for you to get home.”

Bracing my feet on the floor, I release her jaw and slide my hands beneath her thighs, hauling her into my arms as I stand up. The chair rolls out from under me, crashing into the window, and I drop her naked ass onto my desk.

She lets out a surprised yelp, catching herself on her palms, and I roll her onto her stomach and tear her underwear off with a snap.

My eyes fall immediately to her pussy, swollen and red from the pounding it just got. Cum leaks from between her lips, sticking to her thighs, and I slip my phone from my pocket, snapping a quick photo for later.

Then, I reach down, smearing myself all over her flesh.

Grunting, she pushes back into my hand, sliding her arms up so she can grip the edge of the desk.

“This is the only thing I’ve wanted to do since I claimed you at Anteros. Even when I thought you were trying to kill me, I wanted to bend you over and make that priest blush.”

With my free hand, I tug at the tie around my neck, loosening it and shrugging out of my jacket. The button-down is next, discarded quickly, and then I’m shoving at my dress pants and kicking out of them, my cock stiffening already, just from the silken feel of her wet, abused pussy.

I should probably close the retractable blinds every window in my office has, but I kind of like the idea of someone like Jay or Zephyr walking by and watching me claim my wife. Immortalizing it in a way that can’t be done when it’s just the two of us.

A sigh of content comes from her. “Why didn’t you? I thought… maybe you weren’t attracted to me.”

There’s vulnerability laced in her tone, and it’s my undoing.

She is my undoing.

“Fuck, Little Nightmare. I’m so goddamn into you that, sometimes, it physically hurts. When I watch you dance, I want to hold you in my arms and keep a piece of that passion for myself.” I breathe deep, stroking myself as I slide two fingers into her, pumping lazily. “I just didn’t knowhowto touch you.”

She seems to consider my sentiment, and I wonder if she understands exactly what I’m saying.

That I’m admitting things I’ve never told anyone, just so she’s more comfortable.

“There’s no wrong way,” she says finally, arching her back so her ass juts up into the air. “I want whatever you’re willing to give me.”

I let out an uneven breath. “Well, just remember, you asked for it.”

Fisting my cock, I withdraw my fingers and push the head against her lips. It goes in slowly, inch by painstaking inch, and already, I think I would like to die like this.

Brutally wrapped up in her chaos.

Palming her ass, I spread her cheeks apart, shunting myself even deeper than before. She sucks me right in, her pussy clinging to every ridge of my shaft, milking it for her own pleasure.

I retreat, leaving just the very tip in, and she lets out a pained whimper.

My fingers sneak around her front, pinching her clit, and as she exhales, I plunge all the way back in, bottoming out inside of her.

“Oh God,” she moans, pressing her forehead into the wooden surface.

“Does this feel like church to you?” I bring my hand down on her ass, and she tightens around me. “Save your prayers for Sunday, Little Nightmare, and saymyname when my cock is inside of you.”

The tempo of my thrusts increases with the demands, each slap of my balls against her pussy setting me off. I fuck her hard, mimicking the way she moved before—so hard that the desk shifts, scraping across the floor with the viciousness.

Arousal spins a strong, sticky web through my insides, and my balls draw up again, threatening to spill before I’m ready.

“I need you to come,” I bite out, sweat beading along my forehead as I try to hold off. My head throbs in tune with my cock as it saws in and out of her, and I smack her ass again, earning a loud cry from her lips.

“Cash, I’m so close.”

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