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His cock throbs beneath my touch, hot and hard yet soft and supple for my taking.

I lock my eyes to his, and they remind me of liquid silver.

The look in his eyes right now is one of complete surrender, and I’ve never felt more powerful than I do right now, as I straddle his lap and watch his composure crumble beneath my touch.

“Fuck, Beth,” he growls. His voice has a ragged edge that scrapes along my nerves, and his hands reach for my hips, deliciously digging into my soft flesh through my dress.

The touch and squeeze sends literal sparks rushing through me and my body jerks forward toward him, my thumb now circling the head of his cock, spreading the wetness there.

“What's wrong? Losing control?” I tease, leaning in to brush my lips against his jaw.

His jaw tightens. “You're asking for trouble.”

“Maybe I like a little trouble.” I meet his eye with a challenge and twist my wrist, giving him a firmer stroke that makes his hips buck involuntarily.

A snarl tears from his throat, and suddenly, he’s no longer grabbing my waist but rather my wrists, capturing them in one large hand.

He pulls them away from his body, his grip firm but not painful, and I squirm to get free.

His eyes rake over my squirming body, and I see his eyes darken, feel myself soak from how he looks at me. Like I’m the sexiest thing alive.

“Stand,” he commands, his eyes travelling from my face to my waist, before travelling back again.

I feel my breath catch, feel what’s about to come, and my entire body begins to hum. I get off his lap and rise on shaky legs.

“Turn around,” he leans back on his chair, like a King on his throne, and makes a circle with his finger in command. God, does he have any idea how sexy he looks when he does that?

I do as he says, my heart hammering against my ribs. I hear the chair creak and feel him stand behind me, his breath hot and heavy on the back of my neck. The air between us crackles with tension, and he doesn't touch me—not yet—and the anticipation makes me tremble.

His fingers find the zipper at the back of my dress.

The metal teeth part with a whisper, and cool air kisses my spine.

Agafon takes his time, drawing the zipper down with deliberate slowness until it stops at the base of my back.

His fingers leave a trail of heat in their wake, and I feel every muscle in my body stiffen from how turned on I’m getting.

The dress loosens around me, and he slides his hands beneath the fabric at my shoulders, pushing it down my arms until it drops to my feet.

I stand before him in just my bra and panties, feeling more exposed than naked.

My curves, the softness of my stomach, and the fullness of my thighs are on complete display for him.

I resist the urge to cover myself, knowing that whatever insecurity this is, it’s mine and mine alone.

He’s never given me a single reason to feel ashamed.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and his fingers trace up my spine, stopping at the clasp of my bra.

He pauses there, tightening the hook in his hand, and I arch my back from the electric jolt passing through me.

He then wraps a hand around my waist, dig into my belly and pulls me back until I feel his cock against my ass.

I let out a whimper as he gently bites into my neck and unhooks it with ease.

The bra loosens, and he steps back, slowly pulling it off my shoulders. I'm trembling now from need.

Large hands grip my hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he turns me to face him.

His eyes are no longer metallic silver. They're dark, almost black with desire.

His appreciative gaze slowly travels down my free breasts with a smile, down my legs, and back up to my face.

He slides his hands around my waist and pulls me against him, his mouth crashing down on mine with a hunger that steals my breath, that makes me tilt my head back from how hard he kisses me.

“Agafon,” I gasp against his lips.

His hands are everywhere—cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass, tracing the curve of my waist. Each touch leaves a trail of fire on my skin. He kisses me like he's drowning and I'm air, desperate and demanding.

“I need to feel you,” he growls, his thumb flicking over my nipple and sending sparks shooting down to my core.

His other hand slides down my stomach, past the waistband of my panties, finding the slick heat between my thighs. I whimper as his fingers glide through my wetness.

“From how wet you are, you want me too, don’t you?” he asks. In response, I clutch the collar of his shirt and pull him closer, nodding into our kiss. He walks me backward until my ass hits the edge of his desk.

I lean back slightly and support myself with my hands against the desk. Agafon looms over me, his one arm caging me in as he reaches past me with the other and sweeps across the desk. I shriek and laugh at the same time as papers, pens, a laptop, and whatever other things fall to the ground.

“Your computer!” I scold.

“Fuck the computer,” he mutters against my lips, and I can't help but laugh, a breathless sound that turns into a moan as he kisses me again.

His hands find my waist, lifting me onto the desk, and I feel the heat of his body as he positions himself between my legs. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and slides them down, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commands, and I comply without hesitation, opening myself to him.

He looks down at me, hunger evident in every line of his face. His fingers return to my center, two of them sliding inside me while his thumb circles my clit. The sensation makes my back arch, a moan tearing from my throat.

“Look at me,” he demands. “I want to see your face when you feel good.”

I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze as his fingers work their magic.

The intensity in his expression is almost too much to bear.

This isn't just lust—there's something deeper, something that makes my chest ache in the best possible way and makes moments like these feel not only good but also bittersweet.

He lowers his head, his mouth closing around one nipple while his fingers continue to explore my folds. He knows just what to do with his fingers, and he curls them, dabs them, drives me crazy . I find myself climbing quickly toward release, my hips moving against his hand, seeking more.

“Agafon, please—” I pant, feeling my climax building.

He must sense how close I am because he suddenly withdraws his fingers. I make a noise of protest that turns into a gasp when I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance instead.

“Don't tease,” I plead, reaching for him. “Just fuck me already.”

A slow, devastatingly handsome smile spreads across his face. “Oh, I’ve been dying to fuck you, sweetheart. Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“You love to make me beg, don’t you?” I glower as I bite my lower lip.

“Yeah. It’s kind of fun making you pant,” he says.

The next thing I know, he grins and thrusts forward in one swift motion, filling me completely. We both groan at the sensation. He's so thick, stretching me deliciously, and I wrap my legs around his waist to draw him deeper.

“You feel fucking perfect,” he says, his voice strained as he begins to move.

He starts with slow strokes that have me digging my nails into his shoulders. His eyes devour me, roaming from my face to my bouncing breasts, to where our bodies meet. There's hunger in his gaze, but there’s also an adoration that makes my heart race faster than even his moves.

“Harder,” I demand, and his lips curl into that playful smirk that turns me on even more, if such a thing is possible.

His hips now snap forward with increased force. The desk creaks beneath us, and I think I hear something else fall to the floor. I can't bring myself to care. I don’t care if we break something. I don’t care if people outside can hear us. I don’t care if anyone walks in.

All that matters is how he feels inside me and how agonizingly good the pressure building low in my belly feels.

His eyes never leave me as his one hand grips my thigh and the other finds my breast again, kneading the soft flesh before pinching my nipple just hard enough to make me gasp.

His other hand lets go of my thigh and slides between us, thumb pressing against my clit in tight circles that match the rhythm of his thrusts.

I lurch off the desk, and he releases my breast to guide me down again, one hand on my shoulder now. He grips my shoulder tight and slams into me, over and over again.

I can feel every ridge, every vein of him as he slides in and out, driving me closer to the edge with each thrust and the way he keeps me in place, while he fucks me so damn good, makes me feel like I could cry from sheer pleasure.

My body now slides across the desk from how hard he fucks me but he lets go of my clit, my shoulder, and digs his hands into my waist, his large thumbs grazing over my naval. I throw back my head and close my eyes as that spot begins to take form, that one spot of pleasure ready to spring free.

“Oh my god,” I mewl as I feel everything but the pleasure disappear. “Agafon. I…I—” I can’t talk. I can’t form a god damn sentence as the world around me darkens, every sense focused on that one spot.

Agafon figures I’m close. He leans down, his breath hot on my ear. “That's it, Beth,” he growls. “Come for me. Let me see you fall apart.”

His words bring me over to the edge, and the next thing I know, I’m free-falling.

My entire body trembles, my pussy convulsing around his cock and I feel him stiffen inside me.

I scream out his name just as I see the stars burst behind my closed eyelids.

He pulls me in for a kiss, swallows my moans, and continues to thrust into me, riding out my climax until he boards his.

“Fuck, Beth,” he rasps against my lips. “You feel incredible.”

I force my eyes open, wanting to see him. He’s got his jaw clenched, his exposed teeth digging into his lower lip, and then, I see the exact moment he loses all control. I feel him pulse inside me, and he groans, his hips jerking erratically as he spills into me.

For a moment, we stay frozen like that, connected.

His forehead rests against mine, our breathing ragged.

His body covers mine, and the weight of it feels perfect, as if it’s meant to be.

When his gorgeous grey eyes stare into mine for what feels like minutes on end, as though he could never get bored of this—of me—my heart begins to settle.

I feel calm. I feel at peace. I feel seen like never before.

The realization hits me with a force that knocks the very air out of me. This isn't just attraction or lust or even affection. This is more. This is everything.

I'm in love with him.