around his breeches-clad hips, and he made a rumbling sound of approval in his chest. His hand shaped the indent of her waist, the curve of her hip, then smoothed over the sensitive skin of her thigh. He recaptured her mouth an instant before his hand dipped between her legs; he drank in her gasp of pleasure, swirling his tongue at the same time as his fingers slipped between her folds.
Anya lifted her hips, urging him on. She was slick, ready for him, and his finger entered her in a slow, delicious invasion. Hot delight shimmered over her skin. A second finger joined the first, stretching her in the most pleasurable way, but after only a few blissful movements, he withdrew. She opened her mouth to protest until she felt him fumbling between them to undo the buttons of his falls.
He freed himself, tugged her to the very edge of the desk, and positioned himself at the entrance to her body. Panting, his dark hair in glorious disarray, he braced one palm on the leather desktop beside her hip and caught the nape of her neck with the other.
“This? You want this?” His cock slid against her, a teasing threat, and Anya tilted her hips in joyous invitation. Their eyes met and held.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”
He entered her in a slow, steady glide, his eyes never leaving hers. They both groaned in unison. Anya felt as if she were sharing her very soul; the connection between them felt sacred, almost magical.
“More,” she demanded.
He bared his teeth in a smile that was as feral as it was wicked. He withdrew almost to the point of leaving her. “More? I’ll give you more, princess.”
Anya almost laughed. Yes! That was how she wanted him to say it. As a teasing endearment instead of a title. The muscles of her stomach contracted as he pressed forward again, and he let out a heartfelt groan.
“God, you have no idea.”
“Everything,” she breathed. “Give it to me.”
She curled up toward him, seeking the sensations he’d shown her before, and the change in angle rubbed a spot inside her that sent the promise of pleasure shimmering through her veins. She clutched at his shoulders as he repeated the move, and every wicked, dragging slide sent her closer to the peak. Her thoughts splintered. Her inner muscles contracted, gripping him tightly, and with a sharp cry, she plunged over the edge of a glorious, mind-numbing climax.
She’d barely returned to earth when he pulled her off the desk, turned her around, and bent her over the hard wood. The banyan robe had long since fallen to the floor and the cool slide of the leather desktop was a shock against her sensitive breasts and hot cheek. Seb stroked the length of her spine, squeezed her bottom, and slid back inside of her with a groan of pleasure.
The momentum of his body rocked her forward, and Anya bit her lip at this delightful new sensation. She’d thought she couldn’t experience any more pleasure, but feeling Seb within her, hearing his impassioned pants as he strove for completion, made her heart sing with a fierce, glad possessiveness. She wanted to satisfy his every craving, to give him the same explosion of spiraling darkness he’d given her. She wanted to give him everything. Her heart, her soul, her love.
Instinctively, she pushed back against him, urging him deeper still, and smiled as he growled in approval. He bent over her, enveloping her, his chest against her back, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. His left ear—his deaf ear—was right next to her lips, and some perverse impulse compelled her to whisper, “I love you.”
He tensed, and for a moment she thought he’d heard her, but then his climax claimed him. His every muscle stiffened as he pulsed inside her like a heartbeat, on and on. His full weight eventually pressed down on her as he relaxed, utterly spent, and she savored the masculine weight of him despite the slight discomfort.
She bit her lip and quelled the urge to laugh. Never had she felt so thoroughly ravished. If she’d known this was the pleasure awaiting her when he’d propositioned her back at Haye’s, she would have accepted his scandalous offer without a moment’s hesitation. In fact, she’d probably have been the one to offer him five hundred pounds.
After a long moment, he straightened and stepped back. She felt a rush of cool air on her bare bottom and an unaccustomed wetness