Page 67 of His Dark Desires

I replace my fingers with my tongue, burying it deep into her pussy. Her cry of pleasure echoes through the room, music to my ears. I lap at her greedily, tasting her sweetness. My tongue flicks against her clit, sending shockwaves through her body.

Her hips buck wildly, her ass clenching as she rides my face. I hold her thighs tight, keeping her close, not letting her pull away. She's mine to pleasure, and I won't stop until she's satisfied.

Her breath comes in sharp pants, her body tensing as she teeters on the edge. I suck on her clit, adding more pressure, and feel her body explode. Her cries ring out as she comes, her juices flowing over my tongue.

I lap at her, riding out her orgasm, savoring her taste. Slowly, her body relaxes, her breath evening out.

I stand up, and our eyes lock, and I see the desire and satisfaction painted on her face. I lean in, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. She sucks the taste of herself on my tongue.

"Mine," I whisper against her lips.

I lift her onto the desk, her legs wrapping around my waist as I stand between them. I enter her in one swift thrust, our eyes locked, our lips a breath apart. Her eyes widen at the force of my possession, but she meets my intensity with her own.

I grip her hips, holding her steady as I withdraw and thrust again, deeper this time. Her breath comes in short gasps as I set a relentless pace, my hips snapping forward. Her back arches, pressing her tits into me. I tweak a nipple hard and pull her hair, tilting her head back to expose the graceful line of her throat. Her skin is flushed, and her lips part on a silent moan as I thrust into her again and again. Our bodies move as one, a desperate dance of desire and domination.

I lean down, my mouth claiming hers in a hungry kiss. Our tongues tangle, tasting each other, our passion igniting even further. I want to devour her, possess her, merge our souls together.

Our eyes remain locked as I move within her, my thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. Her walls clench around me, and I know she's close again.

"Come for me, Sophia," I growl against her lips. "Come on my cock."

Her eyes flutter closed as she loses herself in the pleasure. Her inner walls clench around me, milking my cock as she surges over the edge. I feel her juices flow around me, her body trembling in release.

I thrust into her a few more times, riding out her orgasm, before finding my own release. My hips stutter as I fill her with my seed, claiming her as thoroughly as any man can claim a woman.

I hold her close, my arms wrapped around her like a shield against the world. My face is buried in her neck, breathing in her scent, and I whisper the words that scare me more than anything else I've ever said.

"I need you."

I expect her to pull away, to take advantage of my moment of weakness. But instead, she clings to me, her legs tightening around my waist.

Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my back. I can feel her heart pounding against my chest. In this moment, there are no games, no manipulations, just two people holding on to each other as if the world might end if they let go.

I want to stay like this forever, lost in the warmth of her embrace. But I know I can't keep her locked in my arms forever, sheltered from the consequences of our actions.

I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her scent, committing it to memory. Maybe, just maybe, we can make this work. Maybe we can find a way to navigate the mess we've created. Together.

The thought sends a rush of determination through me. I'll do whatever it takes to keep her by my side. I'll burn down the world if that's what it takes to protect what's mine.

Her fingers gently stroke my back, calming the tempest within me. For now, I let myself just be. I let myself hope that maybe, against all odds, things can be alright.

Chapter 22

Sophia

I lean over Adrian's shoulder, watching as another surveillance protocol disappears from his screen. The blue glow illuminates his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw.

"Delete it," I command, pointing to another questionable protocol monitoring private citizens. The list seems endless. It's a digital web of control that needs dismantling.

Adrian's fingers pause over the keyboard. "This particular algorithm has prevented three terrorist attacks," he says, his voice soft but carrying a note of resistance.

I meet his gaze with a stern look, unwavering. "We agreed. No more illegal monitoring of private citizens."

He sighs, a sound of resignation mixed with respect, and complies. The protocol vanishes with a few clicks. My heart swells at this small victory—another step toward reshaping his empire into something ethical.

I stay close, my presence a reminder of our new dynamic. Who would have thought we'd end up here, my strength matching his power, creating balance where there was once only control?

"We'll develop better ways," I assure him, running my fingers lightly across his shoulder. "Legal ways." I glance at my commission pieces hanging on the wall, the fusion of humanity and technology that sparked this transformation. "The commission taught me that technology and humanity can coexist without exploitation."

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