Page 78 of Faith Among Monsters

I’m bare for him, skin burning under the intensity of his stare.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, shaking his head.

I hook my legs around his waist, pulling him between my thighs, grinding against the thick ridge of his cock.

His control shatters.

His jeans hit the floor, and then he’s on me. Over me. Insideme.

The first thrust steals my breath. The second sets me on fire.

His hands pin my wrists above my head, his body pressed deep into mine. Every thrust claims. Every snap of his hips tells me I’m his.

I don’t hold back. I take it. I meet him.

My nails rake down his back.

His teeth scrape my throat.

The desk shudders beneath us, papers scattering, falling like fucking ashes.

His pace is relentless. His fingers find my clit, rub tight circles, pushing me higher, harder, until I shatter.

The orgasm blindsides me, rips me apart, drags him down with me.

He groans into my skin, hips driving deep one last time as he comes with a shudder that wrecks us both.

For a long moment, nothing moves. Nothing exists.

Only our ragged breaths, tangled limbs, and the world spinning back into place.

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark, burning with something more than just sex.

Something dangerous. Something permanent.

I cup his face, brushing my thumb over the rough stubble at his jaw.

He leans into it. Just for a second.

Then…

A knock.

“Dax!” Wilkes’ voice is sharp. “You’re gonna wanna get the fuck out here.”

Dax’s whole body tenses. The shift is instant.

The world crashes back in.

I groan, flopping back against the desk. “Of course.”

He smirks, breath still uneven. “Didn’t take long.”

We untangle, reaching for our clothes.

Before I can button my shirt, he catches my wrist.

The intensity in his gaze stops my breath.

His voice drops, low and firm. “You’re mine.”

No hesitation. No question. Just fact.

I don’t blink. Don’t even breathe.

Then I smirk. “Damn straight.”

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