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He grins, tugs his pants down his thick thighs, and steps between my legs. His beautiful cock is hanging free, although my view of it is covered a bit. Somehow, his waist is level with mine, even though he’s still standing. He positions himself at my entrance, and I can feel the heat radiating from him.
“Are you sure, little love?” he asks, looking me in the eyes. “This is a big step for us, and I want…” He looks up at the ceiling before looking back down at me. “I want to bond with you.”
I grin up at him, wiggling my hips slightly atop the desk. “What a coincidence. I want to bond with you, too.”
“Okay.” He lines up properly, and ever so slowly guides himself into me. My muscles clench around him, eager to feel every inch he has to offer, and something in me settles with the sparks that touch.
“You feel amazing,” he groans as he bottoms out inside of me properly.
He begins to thrust into me, and I whimper at the look in his eyes. He moves slowly at first, but his pace quickens as he finds his rhythm. His eyes never leave mine, and I can feel his love for me with every thrust.
Unlike the others, Seb’s motivated simply by my pleasure. Every move he makes is made purely to make me feel good. It’s an overwhelming feeling, to be such a priority from someone else, but Seb’s love and devotion is unmatched.
He’s so sweet and sensitive, and it’s incredibly sexy when he empowers me this way.
Seb’s thrusts get faster, and his breathing becomes ragged as he adjusts himself over and over, to drive me wild. His hands leave the sides of the desk and grip onto my hips, urging me to meet his movements.
“Seb, please, harder,” I plead, my body already building towards another orgasm.
He responds, increasing his pace, and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He grabs my hips, using my position on the desk to his advantage.
The tension builds, and I can feel my orgasm nearing, my body so sensitive from the previous one. Seb’s eyes never leave mine, and I can see that he wants me to come just as badly as I want to.
“Are you ready, little love?” he pants, his hazel eyes burning into mine. “I want to feel you. I want to feel you come around me.”
“I’m close.” He reaches down, putting pressure on my clit, just as he thrusts hard into me.
“Oh, Seb, so good, so good,” I chant, my hips meeting his as I match his rhythm. I cry out as my second orgasm washes over me, my body trembling, and my voice echoing throughout the room.
I grasp onto Seb’s forearms, my nails digging into his skin, and he thrusts into me over and over, letting me ride out the orgasm on him.
“Are you close?” I ask, almost shyly once my core has stopped clenching.
“Not really.” His chest flushes. “Kane and I want you to bond us before we…” Seb shudders, and Kane takes over. “I want to bond mate. I want to feel you, to be able to hear and feel your needs and desires the moment you do, and experience how much stronger it’ll make our connection.”
“This position won’t work,” he grunts, lifting under my arms to lift me from the desk. He holds me tight against his chest, the sparks practically lighting me on fire.
He moves over to the desk chair, not letting his dick pull free as he drops down into it. My hips slam hard down on him, and I bury my head into his neck, moaning out at the deep thrust.
“This is better,” he says.
“So much better,” I groan, rocking my hips back and forth.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, reaching to grip my chin. He tilts my head up, an almost amused expression on his face. “You take the pleasure, I give it. You don’t need to do any of the work.”
“I like to make you feel good, too,” I murmur, my voice as soft as his touches.
He smiles. “My pleasure comes from yours, little love. Now your one task is to bite me hard enough to form our bond whilst I work your body up into another orgasm. You deserve more than I’ve given.”
I shiver, unintentionally clenching down on him. But as I hear his gasp, I do it again, and again.
His hazel eyes glint with determination as he starts to thrust into me harder, his large hands gripping my hips tightly. The sensations are far more intense now that we’re on the chair and not the desk, our bodies pressed so much closer together.
The sparks that appear when we touch are in a frenzy, knowing that we’re moments away from forming our soul bond. The pleasure is far more intense than anything I’ve ever felt, and I’m whimpering and moaning with every single movement.
With the harsh and powerful thrusts, I know I’m getting close to another orgasm, but I refuse to let it happen until our bond clicks into place.
I lean in, finding the spot on his clavicle where I’ve bit each of the others, and I sink my teeth into his flesh.
