Dex sat in his chair, and pulled her down on his lap situating her so she was straddling him, eliminating every inch of space between them.
Then his lips were on hers, and he kissed her like he was done being careful.
One hand fisted in her hair, the other locked on her lower back, holding her in place while he rolled up into her in short, controlled thrusts. Every movement sent another pulse of heat through the matebond until she was breathing ragged.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his chest heaving. His eyes had a focus that had nothing to do with duties or his mother and everything to do with the woman on his lap whose hips had just shifted in a way that made his breathing change.
"Serena." His voice was rough. "I need you. Right now."
