Page 15 of Stalked By the Executive

I crush my mouth against hers, greedily devouring her soft cries.

My tongue plunges past her lips, tasting, claiming, possessing what is mine.

Her hands fist in my shirt as she melts into the kiss, surrendering herself to me.

Triumph surges within, white hot and primal.

I yank her onto my lap, her thighs straddling my hips.

My hands roam over the curve of her ass, pulling her tighter against my aching cock.

She moans, grinding down on me, hungry and wanton.

I break away from her mouth to nip at her throat, marking her, branding her.

“You’re mine,” I growl against her skin.

“Yours,” she whispers, and I grin.

Our kiss deepens, all teeth and tongue, savage in its intensity.

My hands grip her hips, guiding her movements as she rocks against my straining erection.

Pressure builds within, white hot pleasure tinged with pain, intensifying with each roll of her hips.

I wrench my mouth from hers, panting harshly.

My restraint is fraying, control slipping through my fingers like sand.

I grip her chin, our gazes locking.

“Look at what you do to me.” My voice emerges as a snarl.

Her eyes drop and widen at the prominent bulge in my trousers.

A rosy blush stains her cheeks, equal parts embarrassment and feminine pride.

My hand tightens on her chin.

“Look. At. Me.”

Her gaze lifts to meet mine once more, blue eyes dark with desire.

“You feel it, don’t you?” I hiss. “How much I want you. How deep my hunger goes.”

She swallows hard, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

I see the moment her resistance crumbles, surrender etched into the lines of her face.

“Yes,” she whispers.

Triumph flares within my chest, white hot and blinding.

I crush my mouth to hers once more, claiming what is mine.

Our kiss slows, softening into languid slides of lips and tongue.

I trail my mouth across her jaw, nibbling at her earlobe.

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