Chapter 19 #2
Her hands fisted tightly in my hair, pulling hard as her hips bucked against my mouth.
I increased the rhythm, sucking her clit with rhythmic pulses while sliding two fingers deep inside her, curling them against that spongy spot that made her see stars.
Her thighs started to shake violently. With one final, relentless pull on her clit, she shattered.
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her back arching off the desk as she came with a broken scream of my name, flooding my tongue with her sweet release. I drank every bit of it, refusing to pull away.
But I didn't stop.
While she was still riding the high, still pulsing and clenching with aftershocks, I thrust my tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it in long, greedy strokes.
My nose pressed against her clit, rubbing with every movement.
Her reaction was immediate and explosive—another scream tore from her throat, louder and rawer this time, as a second, even more intense orgasm crashed through her before the first had fully faded.
"Stop, please, too much..." she sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her cheeks.
Yet her body betrayed her, hips grinding desperately against my face, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my tongue as if she never wanted to let go.
I kept licking and sucking through every shudder until she was a trembling, boneless mess beneath me.
I finally pulled back, watching her sprawled across my desk, chest heaving, completely wrecked. Beautiful.
"Still want me to stop?" I asked, voice rough as I stood, working my belt and zipper.
She looked at me through heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted, and the answer in her gaze was clear.
I freed myself, groaning at the relief. Then I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk, lining myself up. She was soaked, swollen, still pulsing from her orgasms, but I knew this was going to be intense.
"Hold on to something," I warned, and then I thrust into her in one brutal stroke.
She screamed. Her nails raked down my back hard enough to draw blood. I didn't care—the feeling of being buried inside her tight heat while she was still hypersensitive from coming twice was almost enough to make me lose it right there.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," I groaned, pulling out and slamming back in. "So fucking perfect."
I set a punishing rhythm, each thrust deep and hard, angling to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. The desk scraped against the floor with each movement. Papers fluttered to the ground. Neither of us cared.
She couldn't form words anymore, just broken gasps and moans and my name repeated like a prayer. I felt her starting to tighten again, impossibly, and knew she was close to the edge once more.
"You're going to come for me again," I told her, my voice barely controlled. "One more time, firecracker. Give it to me."
I reached between us, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. The added stimulation was too much. She came apart with a sound that was almost a sob, her whole body seizing, inner walls clamping down on me like a vice.
That was it. I couldn't hold back anymore. My own orgasm hit like a freight train, pleasure searing through every nerve as I emptied myself inside her with a hoarse shout of her name.
We stayed like that for a moment, both gasping for air, bodies still joined. When I finally pulled out, she whimpered at the loss, and I gathered her boneless form against my chest, sinking into my chair with her in my lap.
I don't know how long we stayed like that.
Only our tangled breathing filled the study, along with the faint sound of a metal pen holder rolling across the carpet.
I leaned back in the chair, holding her limp body against me. Her face buried in the crook of my neck, warm breath washing over my skin in waves. She was like a cat—completely relaxed, draped across me in a heap.
"Still need inspiration?" I asked quietly, fingers gently combing through her damp hair.
"Shut up," she mumbled, voice still trembling with aftershocks. "You bastard."
I laughed softly, tightening my arms around her.
"If your readers knew their beloved 'Aleksei' was doing this to the author every night in this study, think they'd be jealous or happy for you?"
Vivienne lifted her head, those blue eyes still glazed with fading lust. She glared at me, then sank her teeth into my shoulder.
"If you dare tell anyone what just happened, I'll have Aleksei take a headshot from the villain in the next chapter."
"That would be tragic." I pinched her cheek. "But I promise, what happened here stays in this study."
She huffed and buried her face back in my neck.
We stayed like that for a while. The desk lamps still glowed, casting warm light. Outside the windows, night pressed deep. Occasional owl calls drifted from the distance.
This peace almost made me forget—just beyond the estate walls, those rats who'd caught the scent of blood were circling, waiting.
I looked down at the woman in my arms, blissfully unaware of the danger.
She'd never know how many kill orders I'd arranged in the shadows to protect these stolen moments of quiet.