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“Fuck me, Evan.”
I let my head tilt back slowly, my back arching. It's a moment that stands perfectly still in time as he threads his fingers through my hair, presses his other palm onto the small of my back.
He breathes me in, taking a long, slow inhale…
Before thrusting himself as deep as he can, filling me to the brim, stretching me to my limit, that perfect edge of pleasure and pain. His name reverberates against the walls when I scream.
He's enormous. He’s the only thing I can feel against every bit of me inside.
More than that, I feel him, his presence filling the room, my chest, my heart pounding a rhythm only for him. He lets me lie there for a moment, allowing me to adjust to him while I gasp for air, for life, for blood.
And he’s all of them. He’s water, and I’m dying of thirst.
My arms reach out, preparing, gripping the edge of the desk. The first thrust nearly knocks the wind out of me. The second brings me back to life, igniting every cell in my body with light.
He drives in once more, leaning over me, tugging back my hair to lick the rim of my ear.
“Let. Go.” And I know he doesn’t mean my grip on the table.
“Make me,” I grit out through my teeth, and I feel him laugh, sending shudders through me.
He drags himself out to the tip before driving back in, all the way to the hilt, his hips slapping against my ass.
Again, and again, and then he’s pounding me, holding me firmly in place, pinning me to the desk. If he let me go now, I might fly away, come unbound from the earth.
I know I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. His name, only his name. “Evan. Evan! Faster, harder!”
I'm begging him, wailing.
People outside the building might hear my cries, but I don’t give a fuck.
Every thrust forces a scream until I’m hoarse, and still, I don’t let up. The beat of our bodies meeting over and over again is the only thing that matters.
The sheer force of him rattles the bars of my cage, reaching in to set something inside me free. The beast inside him is free, and howling for me to join him.
I let out a wordless wail, a cry. I can't even say his name anymore.
Quivering tremors start in my knees as they give out, the first waves of my orgasm barreling along my sides, deep into my thighs. “I’m going to?—”
“YES!” he snarls.
My toes curl, my heels rising up off the ground.
Little pops of light fire off behind my closed eyes, the rush of adrenaline and overwhelming desire sending me into orbit.
The eruption starts behind my belly button, deep in my core, coiling up into my chest, down and around my spine, rocketing through my legs, and back up into my center. My inner walls clench, tightening around Evan like a vise and I hear him cry out something that might be my name.
It’s primal. And it drags a second wave of pleasure out of me, crashing over me like a tsunami.
I feel him pulsating, hot, liquid love overflowing, spilling down my thighs.
It's the most exquisite thing I've ever felt.
And it's the most exquisite sight as I open my eyes, watching his reflection in the practice room window ahead of me. His eyes are rolled back in his head, sweat pouring down his face. His mouth is hanging open in a silent roar.
This is Evan. This is the real man behind the ivory mask. The man I want more of.
My need resurges, coiling again, making me grind back into him.
