"I saw magic in his eyes. Dirty, dark, beautiful magic."
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"Eros." I spoke, my voice wavering slightly as his hands settled on my waist and he stood between my legs.
"Emerald." He replied, drawing closer as his lips hovered over mine.
"What are you doing?" I asked as one of his hands trailed under my skirt and the other ventured upwards, undoing my top.
"Me? Nothing." He mumbled against my lips, my eyes fluttering shut as my top came loose and he pulled it over my head, his lips connecting with mine and making me sigh into his mouth as his tongue delved in to taste me.
I felt the callous skin of his hand against my chest as he lowered the straps of my bra, our kiss growing more and more passionate as I moaned into his mouth, my hand holding onto his shoulder and the other fisting his shirt.
When he palmed my breast I gasped into his mouth as his free hand pulled my skirt down, letting it drop to the floor with the rest of my clothes as he pulled away to look at me, unclipping my bra and adding it to the pile.
He sat in his chair, drawing it closer to me as my chest heaved with each breath I took, watching his eyes rake over me in adoration and possession as his hand started from my shoulder, stopping on my breast when he flicked my nipple before venturing down to my lower tummy.
He gazed at my stomach for longer than intended, caressing it gently before kissing it with love, a small smile lighting up his face.
"So beautiful." He whispered, looking back up into my eyes when my breath caught in my throat as he pulled my panties down, drawing me to the edge of the desk.
"Will you let me taste you, darling?" He asked in a low voice, his finger spreading my wetness as I bit my lip furiously and nodded.
"Y-Yes." I stammered, my head falling back when his mouth latched onto my clit and he held my legs, pulling me even closer to his face which was now buried between my thighs.
I grabbed onto his hair, my other hand clutching the desk in a death grip as his tongue flicked my clit and then he sucked on it, a strangled moan falling from my lips as I fought to breathe.
His tongue moved to my entrance, teasing and drawing circles before entering it inside me as I cried out softly when his finger also entered me, pumping in and out at a steady pace.
"Eros." I gasped, my back arching as I practically shoved myself onto him, my hips jerking forward as his fingers curled inside me, making me squeeze my eyes shut and bite down on my lip hard enough to draw blood.
"I'm—" I tried to form words but nothing came out as my legs shook, the knot in my tummy becoming more and more prominent but before I could release, he had taken his fingers out of me, making me whine.
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