Sofia's POV
Damien's pace grew brutal; every thrust rocked me harder against the desk until my body couldn't hold itself still. His growls rumbled against my throat, his sweat slicking against my skin. My nails raked his back, but instead of pushing him away, I dragged him closer, wanting more.
Then, unexpectedly, he broke the kiss, pulled out, and spun me around. My palms slammed flat against the desk, my dress pooling uselessly at my feet. His hands clamped onto my hips, dragging me back until my body arched into his.
"Damien—" My voice cracked, half plea, half curse.
"After all these years," he rasped behind me, his breath hot on my neck, "you still feel like this."
The sound of his voice, low and rough, sent a shudder through me. His body drove into mine again, harder, deeper; the desk shuddered beneath us. I bit my lip until I tasted copper; my moans spilled anyway, raw and unwilling.
