He pulled his hand away from her breast and clutched her hip, pulling her onto his cock with more force. “Faster,” Victoria panted. “Don’t stop.” Heat climbed her neck as he drove into her. All I have to do is ask for it. John sped up the pace, cords stretching along his neck as he gripped her hips tighter. In her position, all she could do was let him control the rhythm. God knew her back would be sore from this desk. A deep throb mounted within her womb, pulsating throughout her body as she took John to the hilt. She clenched around him, pulling him in close with her legs. The deep throb soon turned into an arousing pressure, threatening to unfurl and set fire to her entire body. Victoria, on the verge of tears, reached down between their joined bodies and touched herself to release the building tension.

John’s eyes followed her hand and watched as she caressed herself, plucking at the string that was holding the last of her sanity together. “Yes, baby,” he groaned through clenched jaws.

Her pants turned into breathless moans with every slam of John’s hips. Victoria’s fingers worked her clit in small circles. “Yes, yes, oh god please...” The prayer died on her lips as her walls spasmed around him. Her back arched away from the desk as a keening wail escaped her. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, she pulled John closer to her and rode the wave of pleasure that swept over her body until it left her thighs shuddering against his hips.

Without the strength to carry on, Victoria went limp in his embrace, breathing through the last electric currents of her second orgasm of the night. Second? Jesus... John took her exhausted legs, skillfully ducked under one, and crossed her ankles over his shoulder near his neck. With her legs pinned together, the friction intensified, as his free hand wrapped around her thighs. “My love,” he muttered punctuating every thrust. “You are mine.”

He was near the end of his own fraying rope. When he muttered an unintelligible curse under his breath, Victoria finally opened her eyes to see him pull out of her. With an unexpectedly elegant sweep of his cape, he came on the black screen of fabric. His face flushed bright scarlet, from his nose to the tips of his ears, as he doubled over and emptied himself. “Goddamn,” he growled with a ferocity she’d never heard before.

Pulling her tired body to a sitting position, Victoria became aroused all over again at the sight of him losing all control. She did that to him. “Well, you can’t wear that anymore,” she breathed.