Kieran leaned forward.
His fingers brushed her cheek. A little rough but deliberate nevertheless, his thumb dragging over the swell of her lower lip...smearing the lip balm she had so carefully applied...for him.
His touch was slow, possessive, his gaze locked onto hers like a predator savoring the moment before the strike.He had looked at her so many times like that... yet that moment felt different!
Autumn’s breath hitched.
He had always been the one to initiate.
But not tonight... tonight was going to be her gift... for him.
Before he could speak, before he could take control...she moved.
In one reckless motion, she surged from her chair, her knees knocking against his as she straddled his lap, her hands gripping his shoulders. His chair rocked dangerously backwards, but she did not even care if they fell.
She crashed her lips against his, swallowing his sharp inhale.
For a heartbeat, Kieran froze...surprised.But then she could feel that smirk stretching while she kissed him with all she had.
Slowly,his hands were on her hips, fingers digging into the velvet, his mouth yielding just enough to let her lead.
Her kiss was so fierce, so untamed, her teeth catching his lower lip, her tongue sliding against his in a slow, claiming stroke. She tasted the whiskey on his breath...guy had been drinking!
She felt the heat of his restraint as he let her set the pace...for now at least.
But Kieran Blackmoon was not a man who surrendered for long it seemed.
His grip tightened, his mouth slanting over hers, deeper, hungrier. His tongue dominated hers, stealing her breath, her thoughts, until she was gasping against him, her fingers tangling in his hair.
"Fuck," he growled, breaking just long enough to drag his lips down her throat, biting at the pulse pounding beneath her skin. "You think you are in charge, little thief?"
She arched into him, her nails scraping his scalp. "Are you still going to call me a thief?"
" Always!!! You took too many things from me... that you can never return! "
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, he stood up...lifting her with him and spun her onto the desk.
Papers scattered, the ink...well it toppled, but neither cared.
Kieran loomed over her, his hands pinning her wrists beside her head, his hips pressing between her thighs. The heat of him seared through the thin fabric of her dress, and she whimpered, already aching.
" Kieran... " Autumn whimpered.
" Hmmm! " He moaned as he sniffed her.
" Tonight... I was supposed to be in charge... to please you... "
" Really!" He pulled back a little to look at her eyes. " Well...then prove it," he challenged, his voice a rough whisper against her lips.
She bucked beneath him, twisting her wrists free, and grabbed his face, pulling him back into a bruising kiss. This time, he let her take, let her explore...until she nipped at his jaw, her breath hot against his ear.
"I want to thank you," she murmured, her lips trailing down his throat. "Properly."
His fingers tightened in her hair, tilting her head back. " Alright,little thief! Let’s see what else you wanna steal from me."
She did not understand...but she did not hesitate either.
Her hands slid down his chest, nails scraping through fabric, until she found the buckle of his belt. His breath turned ragged as she freed him, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking slowly, teasingly.
Kieran’s jaw clenched, his hips jerking into her touch. "Autumn..."
She silenced him with another kiss, her thumb swirling over the tip, smearing the moisture there. "Let me," she whispered.
For a moment, he let her. Let her explore, let her set the rhythm...until his control snapped.
With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, his hands shoving the velvet dress up her thighs.Then he turned her again, pushing her on her back.
His mouth crashed into hers again, hot and demanding, before trailing lower...her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the peak of one nipple through the fabric.
"Kieran...fuck..." she gasped, arching into him.
"Shut up," he ordered, his teeth grazing her skin as he yanked the dress down, baring her to his gaze. His tongue flicked over her nipple, then sucked hard, drawing a cry from her lips.
She writhed beneath him, her fingers clutching at his hair as he lavished attention on each breast, biting and licking until she was trembling.Dripping... soaking... completely at his mercy again... before she even realised.
Then his mouth moved lower.
Over her ribs, her stomach, the dip of her hips...each kiss deliberate, torturously slow.
"You are killing me," she whimpered, her thighs shaking." Don’t punish me ... I... I haven’t even been naughty... have I, Alpha?"
" Damn fuck! Call me like that again... "
" Like how?? Alpha? "
" Hhhm... you are driving me crazy... Alpha! "
He smirked against her skin, his breath hot between her legs. "Good.Very good...I absolutely love it...gosh..."
Then his tongue was on her.It was slow again, teasing strokes that had her back bowing off the desk.
He did not rush. Yet did not give her mercy.
He licked into her opening...her pink rose buds, wet and dripping for him.He kissed deep and filthy, his fingers spreading her wider as he tasted every inch of her.
"So fucking sweet," he groaned against her, his voice vibrating through her core. "You taste like mine."
She was panting, her hips rolling against his mouth, chasing the pleasure coiling tight in her belly.
"Please...please...Kieran..."
" Please... Alpha... "
He sucked her clit between his lips, his fingers thrusting into her, curling just right...
Her climax crashed over her like a tide breaking from a dam...and blinding, her thighs clamping around his head as she rode out the waves.
Kieran did not stop. Not until she was limp, gasping, her fingers weakly tugging at his hair.
Only then did he rise, his lips glistening, his eyes black with hunger.
"Now," he growled, dragging her up to meet him, "it is my turn."
And as he claimed her mouth again,she tasted herself on his tongue. Immediately she found herself in heaven... floating... she knew... no storm outside could compare to the one raging between them.
She knew what she wanted... for the rest of her life... even though she knew she would never admit it! At least not out loud!