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Instead of stepping back, I linger, running my fingers along the edge of his desk. "You've been working all morning."
"There's always work to be done." His red-gold eyes follow the movement of my fingers, narrowing slightly. "Is there something else you need, Trinity?"
The way he says my name—low, almost cautious—makes heat pool in my belly. Two months of restraint snap inside me like an overstretched cord.
"Yes," I admit, moving around the desk toward him. "There is."
I bend over his desk, ostensibly to arrange the items on his lunch tray, but my movements are deliberate, calculated. I can feel his gaze on me, feel the tension radiating from his body. When I glance up through my lashes, the hunger in his expression makes me bold.
"You've been avoiding me," I say softly, leaning closer. "Why?"
Vael's jaw tightens. "I haven't been avoiding you."
"No?" I shift a plate, deliberately brushing my breast against his arm. "You haven't touched me since we found out about the twins."
A muscle in his cheek twitches. "I didn't think?—"
"That's the problem," I interrupt, straightening to look him fully in the face. "You're thinking too much."
His hands move suddenly, gliding up my sides with a possessiveness that makes me gasp. "And what would you have me do instead?"
I don't answer with words. Instead, I lean into his touch, my body speaking the truth I've been denying.
Vael rises slightly from his chair, his hands pushing my skirt up inch by inch. "Is this what you've been wanting, little human? My hands on you again?"
"Yes," I breathe, already embarrassingly wet from just his touch.
He chuckles, the sound dark and knowing. His fingers find the damp heat between my thighs, and he groans. "Fuck, you're soaked." He slides two fingers inside me without preamble, making me cry out. "Have you been needing me, Trinity? Walking around my house, carrying my children, aching for me to fill you up again?"
I groan, too far gone for shame. "Yes. Gods, yes."
His thumb circles my clit as his fingers pump inside me, precise and merciless. "Tell me what you need."
"You," I gasp, hips rocking against his hand. "Inside me. Now."
Vael withdraws his hand, earning a frustrated whimper from me. He leans back in his chair, unlacing his pants with deliberate slowness. His cock springs free, thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip.
"Then take what you need," he commands, his voice rough with desire. "Use me, Trinity. Show me how badly you've wanted this."
I slide my skirts up, climbing onto Vael's lap, my thighs spread wide across his powerful frame. His massive hands gripmy hips, guiding me as I position myself over him. The head of his cock nudges against my entrance, thick and promising.
"You've been driving me crazy," I admit, voice husky with need as I lower myself slowly onto him. "You used to spend every night in my bed, and I have beenachingfor you."
His eyes lock with mine, pupils expanding until the red-gold is just a thin ring. "I thought you needed space," he growls. "Thought you wouldn't want me pawing at you while carrying the twins."
I sink down another inch, gasping as he stretches me. "Well, you thought wrong."
With one swift movement, I drop fully onto his length, impaling myself completely. We both cry out—me from the exquisite fullness, him from the tight heat now enveloping him.
"Fuck," Vael hisses, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips hard enough to bruise. "You feel even better than before."
I rock experimentally, adjusting to his size. My body remembers him, welcomes him, clenches around him like he belongs there. I begin moving in earnest, lifting up until just the tip remains inside before sliding back down. Each descent sends jolts of pleasure radiating through my body.
"That's it," Vael encourages, his breath hot against my neck. "Take what you need from me."
I ride him harder, faster, my hands braced against his broad shoulders for leverage. The friction is delicious, but something's missing—some edge I can't quite reach in this position.
"Vael," I whimper, grinding down desperately. "I need—I need?—"