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Bishop picked up his pace. Warmth spread through my body, quickly growing from a flame to a raging furnace. My skin was on fire, and my fingers and toes tingled. I was light-headed with my fast, shallow gasps, and the feeling of euphoria took over.
Bishop slid his hand onto my neck. I arched my back and tilted my head back. His mouth was close to my ear.
“Tell me this pussy is mine,” he growled, and reached his hand around to my clit, rubbing in precise circles.
A delicious warmth spread through me, enveloping me in euphoria. I inhaled sharply for breath as he pounded into me. I was wired tight like the snare of a drum, and I trembled as he beat out a rhythm.
“Tell me, Rory.”
“I’m yours,” I moaned. “All of me, right now, is yours.”
He growled in my ear, turned on and satisfied, and my wolf pushed against my skin from the inside, drinking in the magic that poured out of Bishop. He continued rubbing my clit, and I braced myself on the desk, taking me swiftly to the edge of my first orgasm.
Bishop felt incredible sliding in and out of me. His cock was thick and hard, and he hit all the right spots.
In no time at all, I trembled, leaning lower and lower on the desk. His cock was persistent on my G-spot. My throat tightened as my pussy did, and the rhythm of Bishop’s fucking rocked through me. When the orgasm rocked through my body, I cried out as emotions washed through me. Pleasure and lust, but also vulnerability. The feeling of pure ecstasy took over, like waves crashing down on the sand. Bishop slowed his pace down so that I could focus on the pleasure that coursed through my body.
The pulsating bliss of my climax was searing hot, starting at my core and washing out to my extremities, making me cry out with a primal reaction that overtook my body.
I collapsed on the desk, riding out the orgasm, and Bishop slowly rocked his hips against me, stroking me gently.
When I came down from the sexual bliss, he pulled out. I gasped in complaint, feeling his absence.
He spun me around again, and I kicked off my shoes along with my jeans so that I could use my legs.
Bishop reached around me and unclasped my bra, which still sat skew on my body, the cups pulled down to expose my breasts.
I reached for Bishop, pulling up his shirt, and he helped me get it over his broad shoulders. I glanced down at his cock, slick with our sex, standing at attention, ready to keep going.
I wanted to suck on him, to taste him, and give him pleasure. I began to lower to my knees, but he lifted me back up.
“No. I want to be inside you again,” he demanded.
That was perfectly fine by me.
When he lifted me onto the desk, I opened my legs for him, and he cupped my ass, pulling me closer. His cock found my entrance, and he pushed into me again.
I moaned, and Bishop kissed me, swallowing the sounds of pleasure that came involuntarily at this point.
He moved teasingly in and out of me as his tongue swirled around mine, and his hand reached down to massage my clit as he continued to thrust at a delicious, rhythmic pace. His other arm was wrapped around my waist, tilting me back enough that he could push into me and hold me so that I didn’t fall backward.
Bishop fucked me, slowly and sensually, and as he did, his power grew in the room. It had shifted and changed from the challenging power it had been a while ago. Now it was commanding, and it was hungry.
My wolf was very aware of Bishop’s power and the wolf that slid behind his eyes. My magic rose to meet his, pushing against his, testing, trying.
Bishop’s wolf acknowledged mine. They were happy, rubbing up against each other, and Bishop picked up his pace.
It was more difficult to fuck on the edge of the desk. Bishop reached around me and pushed the shit on his desk to the side, making a space for me. I lay back on the desk.
He kicked off his pants, irritated with them, and climbed onto the desk with me. It was a large desk and easily held our weight.
He crawled over me and dropped a kiss on my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he found my entrance again, sliding into me.
He moved his hips immediately, not wasting any time.
His thrusts forced the breath out of my lungs, and I cried out in rhythm with his fucking, my breasts jiggling back and forth as I slid up and down the desk.
Bishop picked up his pace yet again, and another orgasm broke over me. His pleasure became mine, and mine became his, as the orgasm trembled and rocked through me like an earthquake. Power rolled over me in waves.
