It makes my chest tighten with something deeper than lust, though the hunger is still undeniable.
Instead of taking her immediately, I guide her forward, my hands firm but gentle as I press her toward the desk in front of my screens.
“Grip the dash,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear.
Elizabeth hesitates, glancing back at me.
“Are you sure?” she asks, her voice tinged with worry. “What if I ruin something?”
Her concern only makes me smile.
I press a kiss to her shoulder, my lips trailing down her spine as I guide her hands to the edge of the desk.
“I’m sure, baby,” I whisper against her skin.
She lets out a soft moan, her body relaxing as I continue to kiss along the curve of her back. Her hands grip the dash tentatively, and I can see the way her breathing quickens, her anticipation building.
Then I drop to my knees behind her.
She gasps, a sharp sound of surprise, and before she can turn to look, my hands grip her thighs, spreading her legs just enough to give me access.
I press my lips against her slick heat, the taste of her hitting me like a drug.
“Felix!” she cries out, her hands tightening on the dash as her body jerks forward.
I hum against her, the vibration making her moan louder.
My tongue slides along her folds, slow and deliberate, savoring the sweetness of her slick as I explore every inch of her. Her taste is intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and sweetness that has me groaning in approval.
Her legs tremble under my grip, and it’s a good thing I’m holding her steady because she’s barely able to stand. I shift slightly, my hands moving to her hips to steady her as I delve deeper, my tongue slipping inside her and curling in search of every spot that makes her shudder.
Her moans grow louder, breathy, and uncontrolled, and I feel her walls fluttering as she climbs toward another peak. I press my tongue against her clit, swirling in slow circles before sucking gently, and her response is immediate—a sharp cry that echoes in the room as her legs quake.
“Felix, I—” she starts, but her words are swallowed by a loud, breathy moan as her orgasm crashes over her.
Her body jerks against me, her slick flowing freely as I lap up every drop, unwilling to waste even a taste. She’s trembling, leaning heavily against the dash, her breathing ragged as she tries to come down from the high.
But I’m not done.
I stand quickly, my hands sliding up her thighs as I rise. My cock is hard, throbbing with need as I position myself behind her. She barely has time to catch her breath before I slide two fingers between her folds, working her clit with slow, teasing strokes.
“Felix,” she gasps, her voice breaking as her body shudders.
I don’t give her a chance to recover. With one smooth motion, I press the head of my cock against her entrance and thrust into her, burying myself deep inside her tight, wet heat.
She cries out, her hands gripping the edge of the dash for dear life as I set a hard, fast rhythm. My hips snap against hers, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the room, mixing with the wet, obscene noises of her pussy swallowing me whole.
The scent of our mingled pheromones fills the air, thick and overwhelming, and I feel my Alpha instincts taking over. The need to dominate, to claim, to mark her as mine consumes me, and I can’t hold back.
I grip her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I fuck her harder, deeper. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I know she’s close again.
“You’re so good,” I groan, my voice rough and breathless. “Taking me so perfectly.”
Her response is a broken whimper, her body arching as I hit that perfect spot inside her over and over again.
The sight of her—bent over the desk, her body trembling, her ass pressing back against me with every thrust—drives me to the brink. But it’s not enough. I want more.
With a growl, I slide my arms under her thighs, lifting her legs off the ground entirely. Her gasp of surprise quickly turns into a moan as I hold her wide in a bird-eagle position, her weight fully supported by me.