Nicholas did not give her time to adjust, did not ease her into it. He just started moving, deep and punishing and relentless, his hips slamming against her ass with enough force to make the desk shake. Lilith's hands scrabbled for purchase against the smooth wood, her whole body arching as he drove into her over and over and over.
"Fuck," Nicholas growled behind her, his hands bruising on her hips. "You feel so good. So tight. Like you were made for me."
"Nicholas...."
"That's right. Say my name." He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, hitting something deep inside her that made her see stars. "Who do you belong to, Lilith?"
"You," she gasped.
"Who?"
"You! I belong to you!"
"And?"
"And your brothers!"
"Good girl." One of his hands left her hip and slid around to her front, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Now come for me."
