Sofia's POV
For a moment, silence filled the office—only the sound of our ragged breathing and the creak of the desk beneath us. My body was wrecked, trembling, sweat cooling on my skin. I thought—hoped—it was over.
But then Damien didn't soften. He didn't pull out.
My eyes flew open, my heart lurching when I felt him still hard, still deep inside me. His breath came rough against my ear, his voice a gravelly growl.
"Not yet," he rasped. "I'm not finished."
My stomach dropped. "Damien—" My protest cracked into a gasp as his hips shifted, pulling back and slamming forward again with savage force.
"Thought I'd let you go that easy?" he snarled, his teeth grazing my throat. "No. I have missed this for three fucking years."
Damn it. I forgot how a beast Damien was in sex. He could go round upon round with me.
