Page 27 of Stalker's Toy

I can feel the heat of his breath against me, and I find myself yearning for more—craving the contact I know is coming.

And then, without warning, he plunges his tongue into me, licking and sucking with a ferocity that steals my breath away.

I can't help but let out a moan, my hands finding their way into his dark locks as I hold him closer, forcing him to satisfy the hunger that's building within me.

The room fades away, and all that exists is the exquisite torture of Henrik's mouth on me.

I can feel myself nearing the edge, the precipice of an orgasm that promises to be earth-shattering in its intensity.

But just as I'm about to fall over the edge, Henrik pulls away, his gaze meeting mine with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

"Not yet," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I'm not done with you yet."

He rises to his feet, his fingers deftly unbuttoning his trousers as he reveals his hard cock.

I can't help but stare, my mouth going dry at the sight of him.

He wraps a hand around my throat, his thumb gently caressing my rapidly beating pulse.

"You want me to take you, to be my little toy?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

I don't deny it.

Instead, I meet his gaze, my own eyes filled with a hunger that mirrors his own.

"I do," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

And with those words, Henrik's control snaps.

With a growl, he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pushes into me, filling me completely.

I can't help but cry out, my back arching as he thrusts into me with a force that steals my breath away.

The world fades away, and all that exists is the feel of Henrik inside me, his hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless.

I can feel myself nearing the edge once more, an orgasm that promises to shatter me.

The room swims around me as I struggle to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild beast trying to break free.

Henrik's arms are still wrapped tightly around me, his face buried in my neck, as if he's trying to absorb me into his very being.

I can feel the heat of his breath against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Mine," he growls again, his voice low and guttural, like a predator staking its claim.

I should be scared, I know I should.

But instead, there's a strange sense of calm that washes over me, a feeling of safety and security that I've never experienced before.

It's as if, in this moment, I've finally found my place in the world—in my boss’ arms no less.

Without thinking, I reach out, my fingers tracing the lines of one particularly harsh scar that runs down the length of his arm.

He flinches at my touch, but doesn't pull away, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You're not alone," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "We're both broken, Henrik. But maybe... maybe that's what makes us whole."

He stares at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable, before reaching up to grip my wrists, pulling my hands away from his scars.

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