Page 37 of In the Light of the Moon

He withdrew his fingers from my mouth to palm my ass, and his head bowed again to watch. I traced the slit at the tip, feeling the moisture beading there and trailed it back down to the base.

“Sylvie,” he groaned and tightened his hold on me.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” I breathed and let my hand move faster, marveling at how he grew even harder.

He reached into his back pocket, fumbling for a second since his pants were now loose around his waist. He retrieved one from his wallet before throwing it carelessly to the floor and ripping into the gold foil with his teeth. Orion let the wrapper fall, too, and then he was setting the condom against his tip. I watched as he quickly rolled it on.

I raised my hands to twine around his neck, and while I scooted to the very edge of the desk, Orion held his cock at the base and guided it between my legs.

His name escaped from my lips in a long, low moan once he began to push inside. Both of us were panting, and I felt the muscles of his shoulders and neck strain as he forced himself to go slowly and let me adjust. But my body made quick work of taking him, in total agreement with my desperation and primed from his fingers.

And Orion’s need rivaled mine, his thrusts quickly growing deep and teeth-chattering. His eyes were still bright in the darkness, and they met mine with a hard, imposing look. “You feel perfect. So sweet and soft and fuckinggood.”

Just then, he gave a particularly desk-rattling pulse, and I cried out despite trying to silence the noises he was thrusting out of me. He thumbed my bottom lip, watching the skin pull and my tongue that licked at him with a mind of its own, “That’s it. I want to hear your cries while I fuck you.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, boots crossed at the small of his back and my nails digging through his jacket. “Fuck, baby.Fuck.” I’d shifted my hips to take him even deeper, let him fill me even more to the point that it almost felt like too much. He gave an approving grumble each time I moaned, and his smell of tobacco and wood sang to me on the basest of levels. Wherein I felt reduced to a primal version of myself. One that matched the almost brutish grunts and growls Orion was giving me that were only growing in intensity and becomingmore unsteady. His fingers dug into my skirt, gripping my ass for leverage against his fucking that was cracking my heart wide open.

I started falling first, body going absolutely liquid with the deep rush of release. And the feel of it, my body constricting and going limp at the same time while I couldn’t make any noise anymore, sent him pounding just before letting loose an inhuman growl and biting me for the third time.

Orion pulled out just before his release took him over, resting his throbbing dick along my inner thigh. I clutched him closer while he came, teeth embedded in my skin. I rubbed his back through it, and all the reasons why I’d been so upset seeming far away and over with.

Orion dropped his hand from my mouth and reluctantly pulled away from my neck after placing a few kisses on the now very tender area. But I loved it. I’d never had someone do that before, the biting and the desperate fucking. It was also just him, though. Our eyes met, and I traced my touch over the corner of his jaw, down to the little dip in his chin, and then back up.

He still looked a bit out of it, and I was sure I did, too. “Well,” I gave him a wry smile, “I’m glad you’re back, I guess.”

Orion chuckled and then slowly pulled his hips away from me. Riding the high and still a little loopy, I didn’t comment on his not coming in me, even with the condom on. I just watched happily sated as he removed the condom, tied its end, and stuffed it and the wrapper at the bottom of a waste basket. My boots shifted against the wood of the desk, body leaned back on my hands. It was pretty dark in his office, but my eyes had adjusted a bit at some point. His milky skin and hair seemed to almost glow in the faint light filtering through the windows at the other side of the room. I could see a comfy looking armchair set beside the glass, and there were two bookshelves full with neat rows of books.

And even I could see the intensity within his gaze that was flipping between my face and just slightly lower.

After zipping up his pants and buckling his belt, Orion stood before me again. My thighs framed his legs, and I rubbed the side of my foot against his calf. He traced a long finger on my neck, and the mark from his teeth tingled.

“You are so wonderful, Sylvie. I’m sorry I hurt you,” he whispered.

Though my heart clenched at the vulnerable tone in his voice, I tsked and brought my hand to cup his wrist. I grasped it gingerly. “As you should be. But I forgive you.”

His eyes flicked away from my neck to meet mine, “Because of what we just did?”

I shrugged and ran a hand up his front, feeling the dips and ridges of his muscles. “Might have made me forgive you a bit faster. But I was going to regardless,” because I knew I didn’t have it in me to continue being upset with him the way I had been. Not with the sincerity of his apology.

And maybe I was just naive, because when he held my face again to nuzzle our noses together, there was a strange tone to his voice. One that I couldn’t quite pinpoint, but it filled my lungs with a sense of foreboding, even with his words making a grin spread on my face. “I don’t know what I did to be fortunate enough to cross paths with you, Sylvie, but know that you are special, precious, to me. No matter what.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Sylvie

My last shift at Vinny’s was dragging on miserably. At one point, I even debated faking a slip and fall or not-so-accidentally cutting my finger on one of the knives in the kitchen for an indisputable reason to go home early. Granna told me before I left the house this afternoon that I should just call out, given that I was already leaving anyway. But Josie somehow convinced me that I would regret it if I didn’t follow through with my promise to work tonight before leaving the pizza joint for good.

I was somehow too bored to even jot down ideas for a new story, and the scribbles of lists in my journal were mocking me.

I could be with Orion right now or working on that new spell with Granna. But, no. My lower back was aching dully while I leaned over the front counter for perhaps the slowest night in all my months working at Vinny’s.

Evan and Louis were working again tonight, but every time I tuned in to what they were doing, they were either making dirtyjokes back and forth or talking about some shooter video game that I didn’t understand or care to know about.

Mid-terms were now in my rearview, giving me a few solid weeks of reprieve before I needed to work on my final assignments in earnest. Not to even mention finalizing my MFA program application. What I didn’t realize, however, was that for Orion, this time of the semester meant that he had many, many papers to grade. Though he said he was content to sit at the coffee shop, him grading and me working on whatever, I knew that I was interrupting his flow. He just looked so cute with his headphones on, face still and focused on what he was reading.

We still hadn’t quite worked out the boundaries between us when we were both on campus, and though I wanted to post up in his office or have him join me in the student lounge, it seemed inappropriate. Especially since I was still often replaying his taking me on his desk. It would most certainly happen again if we were left alone in there for longer than five minutes.

“I should be done with this last push by the weekend,” he’d dragged a hand over his face while we packed to leave after hours of working away on our laptops this morning, “then I’d like for you to come over to my house. If you’d be interested?” I could tell that sitting in those public spaces tired him out. His shoulders were drawn and tight the entire time, but he never complained and always agreed to spending time together.

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