Page 10 of Heir of Blood and Moonlight

“What do you want, Sophie?” Bastian asked, glancing over his shoulder.

I inhaled deeply, then forced the words out before I could stop myself. “I want you to fuck me, but—” I hesitated, then blurted, “Do you have a condom?”

Bastian’s dimple appeared with a wicked little twist of his lips, and he turned around. “Yeah,” he said. The bulge in the frontof his jeans suggested my generous estimation of his size in my dream hadn’t been far off, and anticipation throbbed in my core.

He stalked forward and removed his glasses, setting them beside mine on the desk, then planted his hands on the surface and leaned in. “Take off your pants and sit that pretty ass right here,” he said, straightening and patting the edge of the desk.

Never one to enjoy being told what to do, I hesitated, but only for a second. I wanted him inside me so badly that it physically hurt.

Standing, I slipped my feet out of my sneakers and pushed my jeans over the curve of my hips and down my thighs. I pulled first my left leg free, then my right, and laid them over the arm of my chair. Tentatively, I rounded the desk to approach Bastian.

Our dynamic had completely shifted by the time I stopped in front of him. He wasn’t that much taller than me, maybe six feet to my five-nine, but he was throwing off such intense sexual energy that I felt dwarfed by his presence. He stepped backward, allowing me just enough space to slide in between his body and the desk.

I leaned back and gripped the edge, then hopped up to sit. I crossed my ankles and held my knees together, feeling suddenly shy in front of Bastian despite him having just had his hand stuffed down the front of my pants. But this was the most any man had seen of me since . . .

Again, I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my face away. I wouldnotthink about the past. I refused to ruin this with those wretched memories.

Bastian’s gentle fingers curved around my jaw, and he angled my face back toward his. My eyelids fluttered open as he brushed away a tear that had broken free and was trailing down my cheek.

For a long moment, he just gazed down at me, like he was reading my past in my eyes. Like he sensed my heartbreak. Mysecret agony. I could only imagine how many red flags were going off in his mind.If she cries at the thought of being with you, run.

I sucked in a shaky breath and licked my lips, intending to apologize.

“Don’t,” Bastian said, his eyes searching mine, then dropping to my lips. “I’m the one who should say sorry for taking so damn long to do this.”

“To do what?” I whispered.

He leaned in, closing the distance between us. The first touch of his lips against mine was careful, cautious, reassuring. He deepened the kiss, teasing my lips apart. Our breaths mingled, and his tongue delved into my mouth, coaxing mine out. He tasted like mint and vanilla, with just a hint of coffee, and the soft scratch of his faint stubble sent shivers cascading over my skin, from my neck down to my knees.

I opened my legs, and Bastian shifted closer. He traced the waistband of my underwear before slipping his hand back down the front and expertly finding my most sensitive of places. He rubbed my swollen clit with a gentle but relentless motion.

I was panting by the time he broke the kiss. He placed his other hand on my sternum and pushed me backward until I reclined on my elbows on the desk. For a long moment, I watched his hand move in my underwear because it was so fucking hot. But it felt even better than it looked, and I quickly surrendered to his skillful touch and let my elbows slide out so I could lie back on the desk.

“Oh my god,” I panted, arching my back and rocking my hips against Bastian’s hand. An explosive warmth was gathering in my belly. Building. Expanding. “I’m going to come, Bas. I’m going to come.”

“Do it,” he said, rubbing my clit harder and faster. I barely registered the clink of a belt buckle being unfastened or the feel of him pulling my underwear down over my hips.

I hissed in a sharp breath, and my insides erupted with pleasure at the exact moment Bastian gripped one of my thighs, guided my leg around his hips, and thrust the full length of his massive erection into me. Stars burst across my vision, and I cried out, my arms reaching and my hands grasping, knocking papers and desk supplies onto the floor as my inner muscles clenched and spasmed around his thickness. My nerve endings electrified, and pleasure spread out from the core of my being in cascading waves.

“Shhh,” Bastian murmured as he pulled out and slowly reentered me. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and repeated the motion, thrusting back into me harder. “We don’t want . . . anyone to come. . . and check on you.” His words came out in breathy grunts, emphasizing each of his hard thrusts, and the rough sounds only escalated my pleasure.

I desperately hoped Carla, the intern who was manning the Special Collections help desk today, had her earbuds in. Otherwise, the rhythmic groan of the desk beneath me, not to mention the sounds I couldn’t seem to contain, would be a dead giveaway as to what was happening in my small basement office.

Impossibly, the telltale pressure of an impending climax built deep within my coreagain. I couldn’t believe it. I had easily just had the best orgasm of my life, and I was pretty sure I was about to come again.

“Don’t stop, Bas,” I moaned, clasping my hands around his wrists. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop . . .” The words flowed from me as my fingernails dug into his skin.

Bastian slowed his pace, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, locked my ankles over his firm ass, and rode him from below.

Bastian’s grip on my hips tightened, and he pressed me down on the desk so he could control the pace. “Not yet,” he gasped. “I want this to last. I’ve wanted you . . . needed to be inside you . . . to make you come . . . for so long.”

His words made up for his slowed pace, and I teetered on the precipice of blissful oblivion. A throaty moan escaped from my lips. Bastian’s steady rhythm faltered, and he rammed into me.

I was so close. So unbearably close.

Taking advantage of his momentary lapse in control, I raised my head off the desk and locked eyes with Bastian. The most animalistic lust I had ever seen filled his gaze.

“Fuck me,” I ordered, my voice oddly resonant. “Make me come.” I repeated the words over and over again, my head falling back and my voice turning more guttural as Bastian obeyed my desperate request and resumed the earlier pounding.

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