Page 42 of His Dark Desires

She whimpers, her body shaking with need. I know she's close, and I want to draw it out, make it last. Make her feel every second of it.

My fingers find her pussy, already dripping wet, and I circle her clit with my thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure. She's so responsive, so sensitive, and I love watching her lose control.

"Come for me, Sophia," I command, my mouth never leaving her ass. "Come all over my fingers."

Her body obeys, even as she tries to hold back, to deny herself this release. But I have her now, body and soul, and she can't escape the pleasure I'm giving her.

Her walls clench around my fingers as she cries out, her juices flowing over my hand. I lap at her pussy, drinking in her essence.

"That's my good girl," I praise, satisfied. "You came so hard for me."

I stand, my eyes devouring the sight of her—hair disheveled, chest heaving, skin flushed, and marked by my hands. But I'm not done with her.

I quickly undress, kicking out of my shoes and pants, then stroke myself. I'm hard and aching. I want to be inside her, to feel her tightness around me, but I force myself to wait, to draw it out, to savor this moment.

"Get on your knees," I order.

She turns around and obeys, her eyes never leaving mine, and I step closer, my cock within her reach.

"Show me how much you want it," I instruct, low and dangerous. "Show me how badly you need my cock."

Her eyes flash with heat, and she takes me in her hand, stroking me slowly.

"That's it," I encourage. "Show me how much you've been wanting this."

Her lips part, her tongue darting out to taste me, and I groan, my hands tangling in her hair.

"That's right, baby," I growl. "Suck it."

Her mouth envelops me, hot and wet, and I thrust into her mouth, moaning at the sensation. Her hands grip my thighs, her nails digging into my skin.

Her mouth is hot and wet around me, and I can feel her hunger. She sucks and licks, teasing me with her tongue, and I groan, my hands tightening in her hair. But I want more. I need to feel her around me, to claim her fully.

With a rough tug, I pull her to her feet and haul her against me, my mouth crushing hers in a savage kiss. Her hands grip my shoulders as I lift her off the ground, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I want her desperate, needing me, and I know just how to get her there.

Tearing my mouth from hers, I carry her to the nearest table and toss her onto it. The hard surface makes her gasp, and I smirk, my eyes raking over her body. Her legs fall open, an invitation, and I lean forward, my hand fisting in her hair.

"Beg me to fuck you," I growl, harsh and demanding. I want her to surrender, to give herself over to me completely.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice filled with need. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

That's all the invitation I need. With a savage thrust, I bury myself inside her, our mouths colliding in a desperate kiss as her scream is muffled by my lips.

Her heat envelops me, and I groan, my hands gripping her hips as I begin to move. Hard and fast, I pound into her, my eyes never leaving hers. I want her to see the possession in my gaze, to know that I own her, body and soul.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks. I can feel her tightening around me, her walls clenching as she spirals toward release. But I'm not done yet.

I want to take her to the edge and back again.

With a sharp tug, I pull out, earning a keening whimper of protest from her. But I quickly flip her over, pushing her down onto the table so she's bent over, her ass raised invitingly.

I slap her ass, leaving a red handprint, and she cries out, her body jerking.

"Such a beautiful sight," I murmur, my eyes taking in the view. "My mark on you."

"Again," she pleads. "Punish me, Adrian."

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