Page 217 of Fractured Allegiance

"Please don't fight me right now," I murmur, my voice low and rough, laced with the desperation I've been choking on.

My fingers graze her jaw, tilting her chin up so she has no choice but to meet my gaze. Her pulse races under my touch as I trail down to her neck, feeling the frantic beat that mirrors my own.

She stiffens, her lips parting as if to protest, but she doesn't pull away. "I want to stay mad at you, Silas," she whispers, her voice trembling with the effort. "I should hate you for everything you've dragged me into." But her eyes betray her, darkening with that irresistible pull, the one that's had her wrapped so tight around me she can't unravel even if she tries.

I lean in, my breath ghosting over her lips. "Then hate me while I make you feel this." My mouth claims hers—not gentle, but devouring, a clash of tongues and teeth that tastes like possession and surrender.

She hesitates for a heartbeat, her hands fisting in my shirt as if to push me back, but then she melts, her body arching into mine with a soft moan that sends fire straight to my cock.

I lift her effortlessly, setting her on the edge of the desk, her legs parting instinctively around my hips. The wood creaks under her weight, but I don't care—nothing exists but her.

My hands roam greedily, sliding up her thighs, pushing her dress higher until the fabric bunches at her waist. She's bare beneath except for those thin panties, already damp with the evidence of her arousal.

"Silas, we shouldn't—" she gasps, but her words dissolve as I kiss her again, deeper, my tongue stroking hers in a rhythm that promises more.

I break away to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone, savoring the way she shivers. My fingers hook into the straps of her dress, tugging them down to expose her breasts—full, perfect, her nipples hardening in the cool air.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I growl, my voice thick with need. I cup one breast, thumb circling the peak before I lower my head and take it into my mouth. I suck hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, drawing a sharp cry from her.

She threads her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer even as she whispers, "I hate how you do this to me... how you make me forget everything."

I switch to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention, my free hand caressing her side, tracing the curve of her waist, dipping lower to tease the edge of her panties. She's trembling now, her hips rocking subtly against me, seeking friction.

"You can try to stay mad, Lydia," I rasp against her skin, my eyes locking onto hers—dark, intense, the look that I know unravels her. "But your body knows the truth. You're mine, and you crave this as much as I do."

She bites her lip, conflict warring in her eyes, but then she surges forward, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss, her nails raking down my back. The push and pull between us is electric. Her resistance is already crumbling under the weight of our hunger.

I slip my hand between her thighs, fingers brushing over the soaked fabric of her panties. She whimpers, grinding against my palm as I rub slow circles over her clit.

"God, Silas... I can't... I don't want to want you like this," she breathes, but her legs wrap around me tighter, pulling me in.

I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down her legs, tossing them aside. She's exposed now, glistening and ready, and the sight makes my cock strain painfully against my pants.

I stroke her folds, parting them gently at first, then delving deeper, two fingers sliding inside her slick heat. She moans, head falling back, her hands bracing on the desk as I pump slowly, curling to hit that spot that makes her gasp.

"You're so wet for me," I murmur, my thumb pressing on her clit in tandem. "Tell me you want this, Lydia. Tell me you can't resist."

"I... I want it," she admits, her voice breaking. "You're so fucking irresistible. Even when I try to hate you, I can't."

That's all I need. I withdraw my fingers, earning a frustrated whine from her, and quickly free my cock—hard, throbbing, veins pulsing with the need to claim her. But I don'trush. I lift her slightly, positioning her higher on the desk, her ass perched on the edge as I step between her spread thighs.

I tease her entrance with the head, sliding it through her wetness, coating myself. She bucks her hips, trying to take me in, but I hold her steady, drawing out the torment. "Not yet," I whisper, leaning down to suck her nipple again, biting just hard enough to make her arch.

"Please, Silas," she begs, her defiance shattered, replaced by raw need.

Finally, I push in—slow at first, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me, tight and hot. She cries out, her walls clenching as I fill her completely. I start with shallow thrusts, building the rhythm, my hands gripping her hips to pull her onto me with each stroke.

The desk shifts under us, but it's nothing compared to the way she moans my name. I claim her mouth in mine again, kiss rough, hands greedy. My lips tear from hers long enough to rasp against her ear, “I can’t stop wanting you. Even when I shouldn’t.”

Her nails drag down my chest, pulling at the hem of my shirt. “Then don’t.”

I want more—deeper, darker. I pull out abruptly, spinning her around so she's bent over the desk, belly flat against the wood, her ass presented to me like an offering. She gasps at the sudden change, her cheek pressed to the surface, but she doesn't resist. Instead, she pushes back, eager.

I line up again, hands spreading her cheeks as I thrust in from behind, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. "Fuck, Lydia," I groan, the angle letting me hit deeper, her body taking every inch. I set a punishing pace, hips slamming against her ass, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the room.

She grips the edge of the desk, knuckles white, her moans turning to cries as I pound into her. I tangle my fist in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose her neck, my lips brushing her ear. "You feel that? That's me owning you. No one else gets this—no Bureau, no Drazen, just us in this fucked-up world."

"Yes," she sobs, pushing back to meet my thrusts, her body clenching around me. "Prove it... make me yours, Silas...." She trails off into a moan as I reach around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in frantic circles as I drive harder, faster.