Chapter 16 #4
He made a sound low in his throat—something between a growl and a groan—and his hands moved to my pants, finding the zipper and sliding it down. I lifted my hips to help him, and then I was bare except for my underwear, spread out on my desk like an offering.
"Fuck," he breathed, his hands running up my thighs. "Look at you."
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, and I lifted my hips again, letting him slide them down and off. The cool air against my heated skin made me shiver, or maybe it was the way he was looking at me—like I was something precious and profane all at once.
He knelt then, right there in my office, and pulled my hips to the edge of the desk. His breath was hot against my inner thigh, and I trembled with anticipation.
"Tell me if I'm too rough," he said, and then his mouth was on me.
I cried out, my hand flying to cover my mouth even as my other hand gripped the edge of the desk.
His tongue was skilled and relentless, finding every sensitive spot, building pleasure in waves that threatened to drown me.
His hands held my thighs apart, keeping me open for him, and the slight pressure of his grip only heightened the sensation.
"Kael," I gasped against my palm. "Oh god, Kael—"
He hummed against me, the vibration sending sparks through my entire body, and then he slid two fingers inside me. The stretch was perfect, the rhythm of his fingers matching the movement of his tongue, and I felt myself climbing higher and higher.
"That's it," he murmured against my skin. "Let go for me. Let me feel you."
And I did. The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, and I bit down on my hand to keep from crying out, my body shaking with the force of it. He worked me through it, gentling his touch as I came down, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs.
When I could breathe again, I pulled him up to me, tasting myself on his lips as I kissed him. My hands fumbled with his belt, desperate to feel him, to have him inside me.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, even as he helped me with his pants. "We can stop—"
"Don't you dare stop," I said. "I need you. Now."
He freed himself, and I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the heat and hardness of him.
I stroked him slowly, loving the weight and feel of him in my palm, and he groaned—a deep, guttural sound that made heat pool low in my belly all over again. His hips jerked forward involuntarily as I tightened my grip, moving my hand up and down his length.
"Sarah," he breathed, his voice strained. "God, that feels—"
I stroked him again, faster this time, watching the way his jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut. The power of it thrilled me—knowing I could make him come undone the way he'd just done to me.
But then his hand caught my wrist, stilling my movements. His eyes opened, dark and wild with need.
"I need to be inside you," he said, his voice rough and desperate. "Right now. I can't—I need you."
He entered me slowly, giving me time to adjust, and the stretch was intense but not painful. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned against my neck.
"So tight," he breathed. "So perfect. You feel so fucking perfect."
He started to move, slow and deep, and I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders. Each thrust hit something deep inside me, building pleasure all over again, and I couldn't hold back the sounds escaping my throat.
"That's it," he said, his pace increasing. "Don't hold back. Let me hear you."
His hand slid between us, finding my clit, and I gasped at the added sensation. The combination of his cock filling me and his fingers working that sensitive bundle of nerves was overwhelming, and I felt myself climbing toward another peak.
"Kael," I moaned. "I'm going to—I'm—"
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with his own need. "Come on my cock. Let me feel you."
And I did, my body clenching around him as pleasure exploded through me. He followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he found his own release, my name on his lips like a prayer.
And for a little while, in my small office with my name on the door, we forgot about rules and reality and everything waiting for us outside. For a little while, there was just us—just this—just the desperate, beautiful truth of two people who'd found something worth breaking all the rules for.
Even if we couldn't admit it yet.
Even if we were both still pretending this was just sex.
Even if we both knew, deep down, that we were lying to ourselves.
Afterward, Kael sat in my office chair with me cuddled in his lap, our breathing slowly returning to normal. Kael's hand traced lazy patterns on my back, and I felt boneless and sated and terrified all at once.
"We should go," I said eventually, not moving. "They'll be waiting for us at the village."
"In a minute," Kael said, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Just... let me hold you for a minute."
So I did. I let him hold me in my office, in the real world, where anyone could walk in and see us. Where the rules we'd made didn't apply anymore.
Where everything had changed, whether we were ready to admit it or not.