I'm trying to stay quiet, trying to remember that we're in my father's office and people could hear, but it's impossible. Not when his tongue is doing that, not when his hand is sliding up my thigh, pushing my skirt higher.
"You're mine," he growls against my skin. "Not Leo's. Not anyone else's. Mine."
"Yes."
"Say it."
"I'm yours."
"Fucking right you are." His hand finds my underwear, discovers how wet I am. "Christ, Aurora. You're soaked."
"Your fault."
"Good." He pushes the fabric aside, slides two fingers inside me without warning. I cry out, and his free hand covers my mouth. "Quiet, baby. Can't let anyone hear how desperate you are for me."
I nod against his hand, and he starts moving his fingers. Slow at first, then faster, curling them to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Take it. Show me how much you need this."
I'm so close already, wound too tight from three weeks of wanting. But I don't want to finish like this.
I push at his chest, and he stops immediately, concerned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just... I want you inside me."
His eyes go black. "Yeah?"
"Please."
He groans at the word. Then he's working his belt, his zipper. I help, frantic, desperate. Finally, he's free, and I can see how hard he is, how much he wants this too.
He grabs my hips, pulls me to the edge of the desk. Lines himself up. And pushes inside in one hard thrust.
We both groan.
"Fuck," he breathes. "You feel... this is..."
"Don't stop."
"Wasn't planning to."
He starts moving, hard and fast and possessive. The desk scrapes against the floor with each thrust. Papers fall to the ground. A lamp teeters dangerously.
None of it matters.
"Mine," he's muttering with each thrust. "You're mine. Not his. Never his. Mine."
"Yes... oh God... yes..."
"Say it. Tell me who you belong to."
"You. I belong to you."
"Yes." His hand finds my clit, circles it while he fucks me. "Come for me. Let me feel it."
The orgasm builds fast, overwhelming. I'm grabbing at him, at the desk, trying to anchor myself as pleasure coils tighter and tighter.
"Axel... I'm..."