22. The Fight for Control

Nova

Our lips are locked in battle.

His tongue slides over mine in a dangerous dance as his body pins me to the wall. I can't move even if I wanted to.

We are in a desperate display to see who will yield first and neither of us is backing down. I meet his aggression with mine, ignoring my racing heart and pushing my body into his.

When he grabs my neck, tilting it for the best angle and shoves his tongue down my throat, a moan escapes me and he smiles against my lips. He's in control.

But that changes when I bite his tongue.

His chest vibrates with a growl as his grip on my wrists weaken and I take that as my chance.

I push him off, getting ample space between us to catch my breath. But looking at this Greek god of a man with his rumpled shirt and a dark yearning in his eyes, all my self control goes out the window.

“Fucking hell.”

I cross the distance between us and grab his collar, pulling him into me. No need to bother fighting it anymore as his hands grip my ass, pressing my crotch against his.

He's hard. And I can feel the moisture building up between my legs.

A moan escapes my lips when the length in his crotch lightly brushes against my clit. He growls when he hears it, picking me up effortlessly and my legs wrap around his waist, like they know where they belong.

He carries us over to the desk in the middle of the room, using one hand to hold me up and the other hand to roughly sweep away all the old documents on it, then sets me on top of it.

We stare at each other for just one second before we are back at it, seizing each other's lips and laying waste to it desperately, refusing to part even to catch our breaths.

Against my better judgement, I want him so badly it hurts. Once again, his presence silences all the voices that should be ringing warning signs in my head.

My hands roam his sculpted body, pressing hard against him as he does the same to me. One hand grabs my needy tits, the other reaches downwards under my pajamas.

“You're wet already?” he growls against my lips, tracing from my inner thigh all the way up to my pulsing clit. “I'm done waiting, Nova. I'm going to fuck you on this desk until you're screaming out my name.”

Then he shoves two fingers inside me suddenly. My back arches and I gasp loudly but he barely gives me a second to adjust before he starts thrusting in and out, hard and fast.

“Fuck,” he growls, staring as my face twists in pleasure. “So fucking tight.”

The sounds that are slipping out of me are breathless and raw but I don't bother stopping myself. I'm not sure I could if I wanted to. Not with the way his fingers curl against my wall just right and make my legs shake.

My hands grip the edge of the desk as his fingers pleasure me and his kisses migrate to my neck and ears, sending shivers down my spine.

There is only so much more of this I can take.

“Please,” I whisper needily.

“Please what?” he asks, punctuating the question by adding pressure with his thumb on my clit. He circles it cruelly, driving me insane.

“Please, I need more.”

“What you need, Nova, is to remember who you belong to,” he snaps, increasing the speed of his fingers angrily. “You’ve been begging for this, walking around my house in the most slutty clothes you can find. All for another man. Forgetting that I own you.”

“No…” My moans for louder and more desperate as the increase in speed pulls me closer to my climax.

“You.” Shove “Belong.” Shove “To.” Shove “Me.”

Every muscle in my body tightens in anticipation of the orgasm I feel building in my core and my mouth hangs open, prepared for the euphoric release.

Then he stops.

My face twists from a look of pleasure to one of anger as I snap back and look at his face. I was so fucking close.

“Say it,” he taunts, staring directly at me with a challenge in his eyes. “Who do you belong to?”

My throbbing clit begs me to give him the answer he's looking for, anything to give my aching body release.

But I won't.

An angry smile curves my lips. If he thinks I will hand over control to him that easily he has something else coming.

I ignore the feeling of his fingers still inside me and reach down, finally paying attention to the bulge in his trousers.

He hisses sharply when I rub against his length, taking all the time in the world to unbuckle his belt and unzip.

What flings out is a thick, rock hard cock dripping with clear fluid.

I stare at the pink head, immediately recognizing it as the beast that has been tormenting my dreams.

It is finally in front of me.