Page 105 of Perfume Girl

He leaned forward and buried his face in my hair, breathing me in. “All I could think of was getting back to you. You’re my sanctuary, Raquel.”

In a flurry of movement he hoisted the hem of my skirt above my hips and tucked it into my waistband, completely exposing my butt. Then he knelt behind me and tugged my panties down my thighs.

In a daze, I stepped out of them and watched him shove them into his pocket. “I better get those back.”

“It’s unlikely.”

Shuddering at his touch as his hand eased my hair over my shoulder, I refused to deny myself the pleasure he brought, wanting this intimacy more than my next breath. He’d awakened my adventurous side. Astor’s domination was arousing and formidable and all I could do was rock my hips back against his erection. He pressed his hardness into the arch of my lower spine.

A rush of adrenaline sent me reeling. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

Minutes ago, I could have made my getaway from this place. I could have gotten into that elevator and hurried out of the building. Yet I was so close to the truth I couldn’t back out now. Fighting my conscience, I tried to snap out of this trance of desire, this magnetic pull towards a man who could be my greatest enemy.

My greatest threat.

“Bend over.” He put his hands on my hips.

“No.”

He spanked my butt, sending a shock of desire through my body. The rush of pleasure from his touch sent a shiver of want up my spine as I leaned forward, reveling in this forbidden lust that had my skin tingling and my heart racing.

“Do you want my cock inside you?” he said darkly.

“Yes.” I clenched my teeth, frustrated at how fiercely I tried to resist him and always failed.

“Hold tight,” he warned. “I’m going to fuck you very hard.”

“I want this.”

“I know. I’m going to give you what you need.”

I tightened my grip on the shelf, knowing he was right. Astor was always able to soothe me.

His hand came round and cupped me, his fingertip sliding along my clit. Ripples of pleasure made me gasp. I felt him part my folds and then his first thrust jolted me forward. I pushed back and braced myself to accommodate his enormity as he slid in deep and I tightened around him.

His pounding was immediate and demanding, his hands clutching my hips as he pummeled me possessively. His erection filled me completely, his balls striking hard and sending ripples of need through me.

This was pure fire and light…the meaning to everything I’d been searching for but had never found until now. It was both beautiful and cruel with its fragility.

He stilled and reached around again to play with my clit, flicking it so fast I had to close my eyes to endure the blinding pressure.

“Say you’re mine, Raquel.”

“I’m yours.” I squeezed him inside me insistently.

“Even if Damien falls to his knees and begs you to return, you are mine. Remember that.”

“Don’t.” I shook my head. “I want this to be about us.”

This was wild and daring and reckless, and yet my body felt alight with pulses of electricity. I had to grit my teeth to bare the euphoria of being fucked by him.

This is wrong.

But it felt so right as I welcomed each smack of his pelvis and each thrust of his cock, a hammering that went on and on. I didn’t want it to end.

He tried to pull all the way out, and my muscles seized him, causing him to sigh.

“This is our time,” he whispered. “I’m going to enjoy you.”