Tempting Sin

On The Office Desk

He watched her, entranced, as she fumbled with his tie and tossed it carelessly over her shoulder. Seated on his lap, her fingers explored his warm skin with immense curiosity. There was no hint of hesitation in her touch, no usual reluctance. His breathing quickened, turning erratic and hotter. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his body igniting with a fierce, primal need. 

He sucked in a shaky breath as she unfastened the first button of his shirt. One by one, she opened all the buttons, her fingers grazing his feverish skin, unraveling him in ways he never thought possible. Her gaze on his bare chest only fueled the flames inside him, each lingering look setting his desire ablaze.

She bent her head and gently pressed her lips to his most prominent scar. A bolt of electricity coursed through him, making him shiver. In that instant, he felt his soul leave his body, he transcended a thousand realms, traversed universes in that single moment. 

Closing his eyes, he let his head rest against the back of the chair. His senses centered on her mouth attached to his chest, dancing over his scars. She nibbled on his scar, teasing them with her tongue and sucking them like he does to her tits. His senses spiraled out of control, his hormones surging like turbulent waves. 

"Fuck," he growled lowly, struggling not to give in so easily. The dominant in him was impatient to flip their position and snatch the damn control. To show her who was in charge here. But he held back, allowing her tender kisses to wreak havoc on him. So fragile, yet so powerful. He suppressed his primal instincts and let her have her way with him. She was the first person to touch him so intimately, so deeply, and the last person too. This body belonged to her and so did the heart throbbing inside it.    

As her mouth detached from his chest, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself locking gaze with her. A whirlwind of questions swirled in her eyes. He reached out and cupped her cheek, silently urging her to let them out.

She hesitantly extended her arm and covered his face with her hands, except for his eyes. He wasn't sure what she was doing but he let her. Her features softened and her eyes grew tender a moment later. 

"It was your eyes," she confessed in a murmur, recounting the day they had met in the elevator. He wore a mask and a baseball cap, but his piercing eyes were unconcealed. She didn't know who he was, but the attraction she had felt for him was instant. His beautiful eyes had dazzled her. They claimed her dreams, thoughts, and fantasies ever since.   

He kissed her palm. These eyes now only dreamed about her.  

"I hate them," he admitted. 

"Why?" she asked, frowning. 

"I've inherited them from my father," he disclosed. He resented both his parents with an unwavering passion. If they hadn't died already, he would have killed them with his own hands. He was the only one to have his silver eyes. His legitimate sons had Viviana's eyes.  

"But they are yours, not your dad's," she reasoned. He smiled, having no answer. 

Seizing her upper arm in a gentle grip, he drew her up his bare chest. 

"I didn't even know I was searching for you until you showed up. You gave purpose to my life, butterfly," he confessed earnestly, peering deeply into her eyes. He didn't love his life or cared for it until she came in. She changed everything. A tinge of blush suffused her cheeks. 

"I never thought I could feel so fiercely about someone. Never thought I would be willing to tear apart the world just to keep someone safe," he added, his expression filled with raw emotion. Nivi noticed the smoldering sincerity in his eyes as he poured out his heart. He resembled a man helplessly in love.