Skye’s POV
His hand slid up my spine and wrapped around the back of my neck‚ firm and possessive‚ pressing me down against the desk while my palms stayed flat on the mahogany surface.
His fingers squeezed just enough to hold me in place‚ letting me know that I wasn’t going anywhere until he decided I could.
He leaned over my back and his lips brushed against my ear.
“I’ve been waiting for this since the first moment I laid eyes on you.
And I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you that every cell in your body will know who it belongs to.”
Then he thrust into me in one long‚ devastating stroke.
My mouth fell open but no sound came out.
Not at first.
For one full second‚ my body went completely silent and completely still‚ like every system inside me had shut down at the same time to process what had just happened.
The stretch was unimaginable‚ burning and blinding and so intense that my vision actually went white around the edges.
I felt myself being split open from the inside‚ my walls forced apart by something so thick and so deep that my body didn’t know how to accommodate it.
Then the pain hit.
And I screamed.
Tears sprang to my eyes instantly‚ spilling down my cheeks and onto the desk surface.
My fingers clawed at the mahogany so hard my nails left marks in the wood.
My entire body went rigid‚ every muscle locking down in protest against the invasion that was too much‚ too big‚ too deep‚ too everything all at once.
“Fuck‚” Thorne groaned behind me‚ and his hand tightened on my neck as his hips stilled completely.
His voice sounded shattered‚ broken open‚ like something inside him had cracked the moment he entered me.
“Fuck‚ Skye.
You’re a virgin.”
I couldn’t answer.
I couldn’t speak.
I couldn’t do anything except press my forehead against the desk and try to breathe through the tears that kept coming.
“You should have told me‚” he said roughly‚ and his free hand came to my hip‚ his thumb rubbing slow circles against my skin in a gesture so unexpectedly tender that it made me cry harder.
“You should have fucking told me.”
”Would it have stopped you?” I managed to whisper through the tears.
He was quiet for a long moment.
His cock was still buried inside me‚ impossibly deep‚ stretching me in ways my body had never experienced.
“No‚” he said honestly‚ and the raw truth in that single word sent a shiver down my entire body.
“Nothing in this world could have stopped me from being inside you right now.”
He pulled back slowly‚ so slowly that I felt every inch of him dragging against my walls.
Then he pushed back in‚ gentle this time‚ controlled‚ easing himself into me inch by inch with a patience that I could tell was costing him everything he had.
His breathing was ragged and harsh behind me‚ his fingers trembling against my hip‚ and the sounds coming from his throat were low and guttural and barely human‚ like he was fighting a war inside himself between the part that wanted to be careful with me and the part that wanted to consume me whole. Get faster updates on g.com.
“So tight‚” he groaned through clenched teeth‚ pulling back and pushing in again‚ a little deeper this time.
“So fucking tight.
Like you were made specifically for me.
Like this body was built to take me and only me.”
The pain was fading‚ melting into something else‚ something that felt dangerously close to pleasure.
With every slow‚ careful thrust‚ my body relaxed a little more‚ my walls stretching to accommodate him‚ learning his shape‚ adjusting to his size.
“Oh‚” I breathed‚ and the sound surprised both of us.
It wasn’t a cry of pain.
It was something else entirely.
A moan.
“There she is‚” he murmured against my ear‚ and I could hear the dark smile in his voice even though I couldn’t see his face.
“There’s my good girl.
You feel it now‚ don’t you?
You feel how perfectly I fit inside you.”
”Don’t call me that‚” I whimpered‚ but my hips pushed back against him involuntarily‚ taking him deeper‚ and the moan that fell from my lips completely contradicted everything my mouth was trying to say.
He started moving with more purpose now‚ still controlled but less careful‚ his thrusts longer and deeper‚ hitting a spot inside me that made my entire body jolt every time he reached it.
My moans got louder‚ spilling out of me in a continuous stream that I couldn’t contain no matter how hard I bit my lip or pressed my face against the desk.
His hands left my neck and my hip and moved to my front.
I felt his fingers working at the buttons of my blouse‚ pulling them open one by one with a speed that told me his patience had finally run out.
The fabric fell apart and his hands slid inside‚ finding the front clasp of my bra and pushing it upward without bothering to unhook it.
My breasts spilled free from the cups‚ heavy and swollen‚ and the cool office air hit my bare nipples at the same time his warm hands closed around them.
“God‚ look at you‚” he groaned‚ squeezing both breasts in his hands while his hips drove into me from behind with a rhythm that was getting faster and harder with every thrust.
“Every single part of you is perfect.
Every curve.
Every sound.
Every way your body responds to me like it’s been starving for this.”
His fingers found my nipples and pinched them‚ rolling them between his thumb and forefinger while he thrust deep enough to make the desk scrape against the floor.
A scream tore from my throat that I was sure the entire floor heard‚ sharp and raw and soaked in a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
“That’s it‚” he growled against the back of my neck‚ his lips dragging across my skin as his hips slammed into me again.
Let everyone in this building hear who you belong to.”
”Thorne‚ it’s too much—”
”It’s not too much‚ baby.
Come for me.
Right now.
Let go.”
His right hand released my breast and slid down my stomach‚ down between my thighs‚ and his fingers found my clit with the precision of someone who knew exactly where it was without looking.
He pressed down and rubbed in fast‚ tight circles while his cock drove into me from behind‚ and the combination of both sensations hitting me at the same time was so overwhelming that my body simply gave up fighting.
The orgasm slammed into me all at once‚ fierce and overwhelming.
My entire body seized.
My back arched so hard I thought my spine would snap.
My walls clamped down around him so tight that he groaned like I had knocked the air out of his lungs.
My thighs shook violently‚ my fingers scraped across the desk‚ and the scream that came out of me was the loudest sound I had ever made in my entire life.
“Fuck yes‚” he snarled behind me‚ and his hands gripped my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises tomorrow.
“Fuck yes‚ just like that‚ squeeze me just like that.”
But he wasn’t done.
Even as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through my body in wave after wave of trembling‚ oversensitive pleasure‚ he kept going.
Harder now.
Rougher.
His thrusts turned punishing‚ the sound of his hips slamming against my ass echoing through the office like gunshots‚ the desk rocking beneath me with every impact.
“Thorne‚ stop‚ I can’t take any more‚ please—”
”Yes you can.”
”No‚ it’s too much‚ please‚ oh God‚ don’t stop‚ please don’t stop—”
I didn’t even know what I was saying anymore.
The words were coming out of my mouth in a jumbled‚ contradictory mess‚ begging him to stop and begging him to never stop in the same desperate breath.
My body was shaking so hard I could hear my own teeth rattling‚ and another orgasm was already building on top of the first one‚ stacking higher and higher like a wave that would destroy everything in its path when it finally broke.
His rhythm changed.
His thrusts became shorter‚ faster‚ more erratic‚ and the sounds coming from him shifted from controlled growls to something raw and unraveling.
His fingers dug into my hips‚ his breathing turned to sharp gasps‚ and I felt his cock swell even thicker inside me‚ impossibly harder‚ pulsing against my walls.
“Skye‚” he groaned‚ and my name sounded like a prayer and a curse at the same time.
“Skye‚ fuck‚ fuck‚ yes—”
His body shook violently behind me.
A roar tore from his chest that rattled the windows.
And at the very last second‚ he pulled out of me so fast that I gasped at the sudden emptiness.
I felt the hot‚ thick ropes of his release hitting my skin‚ painting across my backside in long‚ devastating streaks that dripped down my thighs and mixed with my own wetness.
I could feel him behind me‚ his forehead resting against my back‚ his breath hot and uneven against my spine‚ his hands still gripping my hips like he was afraid I would disappear if he let go.