The thumb on my lip fell away. A small sound of protest bubbled up, but before it could be fully heard, he contracted his fingers on my throat. A brief flex, telling me to remain quiet without a single word needing to be spoken.
“Just a taste,” he growled, lowering his head. “That’s all I want. A tiny taste. You’re going to give it to me, aren’t you, Elli?”
But he didn’t need my confirmation. He was already brushing his lips over mine in a light kiss. If he’d slammed his mouth against me, it wouldn’t have been any less knee-weakening. Every bone in my body liquefied, and I was thankful for the desk behind me or I would have sunk to the floor.
I felt the very tip of his tongue touch mine, teasing, silently demanding entrance. I gave it willingly.
An animalistic sound rumbled out of his chest at the same time he crushed my lips with his. My hands went to his chest, my fingers clutching at either side of his open shirt in an attempt to keep from falling—or maybe to drag him with me.
All thoughts of everything that had happened that evening disappeared as the taste of him exploded on my tongue. I knew if I didn’t get more of his kiss, his touch, him, I wouldn’t survive.
With his hand still around my throat, he angled my head exactly as he wanted, diving deeper, his tongue licking the inside of my mouth. His free hand went to my back, pressing my chest to his, molding me until I was plastered against him. My shirtdress rose up my thighs when I spread my legs, needing all of me touching him.
He slipped the hand on my back to my hip and then down to my bare thigh. At the first graze of his callused fingers on my skin, we both groaned, and his hold on me changed. I gripped his shirt and pulled myself up just enough to change the angle of how I was pressed into him, rubbing against him like a cat.
The tightening of the hand around my throat stopped me, telling me to be good. With his free hand, he lifted me onto the desk, his legs spreading mine so he could fit. Pushing me back, he followed, his lips never leaving mine. Releasing his shirt, I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving myself over to him completely.
I felt something thick and hard flex against my inner thigh, and I shifted, trying to get that hardness where I needed it most. Zachary hissed, and I nearly screamed when I finally found the perfect position. And still, the kiss continued. Our breaths were labored, my mouth swollen, a little numb from how hard he was kissing me, but I only wanted more.
He rocked his hips against me, driving me crazy with each thrust against my wetness. I wanted every inch of us to be skin against skin, no clothes between us stopping either of us from feeling good.
Questing fingers touched my panties, the fingers on my throat flexing twice to tell me to lift up. I lifted my hips, rubbing against his hardness, but he quickly jerked my underwear halfway down my thighs before I heard the distinct sound of cotton ripping.
The coolness of the room bathed my burning skin for only a few seconds before he hooked his arm under my leg and spread me wider.
“So wet,” he groaned, lifting his head. Chest heaving, he released my throat so he could kiss down it to where my shirt had fallen open, exposing the top of my bra. “Need to taste all of you. Need your honey on my tongue, Elli.”
“Please,” I whimpered. “Yes, please.”
The buttons of the shirt went flying as he tore it open. My bra had a front clasp, and he had it undone before I could take another breath. As my small breasts spilled out, he covered one with his mouth, sucking so hard on the nipple that I couldn’t stop my pleasure-filled scream.
Thrusting my fingers into his hair, I held him against me, never wanting him to stop. But he had other plans. For only a moment, he gave me what I wanted before moving to the other breast, showing it the same attention, causing more wetness to pour from my center, coating his pants. The hardness pulsing against me there seemed to double in size. I kept lifting my hips, rubbing against him, needing…
His mouth left my breasts, and he dropped to his knees. I barely registered where his mouth was before a million little lights exploded right before my eyes.
“Oh God,” I cried, my head thrashing back and forth on the desk. “Oh, oh, oh!”
He sucked on my clit while thrusting two fingers into my opening. My walls clenched at the invasion, but then tried to suck him deeper as I detonated.
“Tastes so good. Can’t stop. Can’t stop.”
I’d barely heard his strained words before he was back on his feet. Bending over me, he slammed his mouth onto mine. I could taste myself on him. My mind was processing whether I liked it or not when I felt something broad and hot nudge my opening. My eyes flew open as he thrust into me. Pain sliced through me, stealing my breath, but it was over just as quick as it came.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I held on while Zachary thrust roughly into me three, four, times.
“So good. So tight. Can’t hold back. Fuck, Elli. I can’t stop.”
“Yes, please. Don’t stop.” My back arched as the pleasure began to build again. “More, Zachary.”
I felt him grow thicker inside me, stretching my torn flesh even more, at the same time as his entire body tensed. Pushing back until he was looking down at me, he returned his hand to my throat. “I’m coming, baby. Take it. Take all of me like a good girl.”
Chapter 13
Judge
Sobriety slowly began to bleed into me.
With it, the realization of what I’d just done.
What I wanted to do again.
And again.
And again.
Until one of us perished from the pleasure or malnutrition, whichever came first.
Breathing heavily, I looked down at her. I saw a faint redness around her throat from my hand. Nothing that would leave a bruise. But for a little longer, the proof my hand had been there, holding her, making her submit to me, would remain. Lower, across her chest, she had friction burn from my scruff, her little nipples still beaded and red from my mouth. The shirt she had worn as a dress was destroyed, hanging open, and her bra dangled on either side of her chest.
I was still inside her. Still rock hard.
I’d never seen anything sexier in my life.
Pulling back, I had every intention of thrusting again, starting round two. But then I saw the smear of blood on my shaft mixed with her cream and my come.
Reality hit me hard.
Blood.
I’d just torn through her virginity like an animal.
“No,” I choked out in denial. “No, this didn’t happen.” I pulled out of her, my heart bleeding when she moaned in pain. Pulse pounding in my head, I stuffed my still-hard cock back into my boxers, leaving my slacks undone. “I didn’t fuck you.”
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I paced away from the desk. “I didn’t lose control. I didn’t hurt you.”
“Z-Zachary?” She whispered my name hesitantly, her voice laced with uncertainty and distress.
“No!” I bellowed, feeling myself crumbling a little more. “Don’t fucking call me that.”
I couldn’t focus when she used my name. When she said it so sweetly in that beautiful voice.
My precious angel.
Who wasn’t safe with me.
I’d done what I’d sworn I never would.
I’d touched her.