Phei groaned—already hardening again inside her—and kissed the nape of her neck.
Soft.
Reverent.
"Careful what you beg for, Goddess."
She smiled—slow, wicked, divine.
"I never beg, dragon..."
I demand."
Phei lifted her from the desk in one smooth, reverent motion—fourteen inches still buried to the hilt inside her, the fiery cock pulsing hot and thick against her spasming walls, every vein glowing faintly under her stretched skin.
She gasped at the shift—a sharp, breathy cry—arms tightening around his neck as he carried her across the office to the long leather couch against the far wall.
He laid her down gently—almost worshipful—her back sinking into the soft hide, dark hair fanning out across the cushion like spilled midnight. He followed her down, never pulling out, never breaking the connection.
