His cock—now abandoned by any pretense of restraint—settled directly against her soaked pussy, the fat, glowing head nudging her entrance, parting her swollen lips just enough to make her thighs visibly tremble and her back arch off the desk in offering.
He leaned over her, one hand sliding up to collar her throat—not choking, just holding, thumb stroking the frantic pulse there like he was counting the beats of eternity.
"How is any man supposed to resist this?" he whispered, voice raw and reverent, cracked with worship. "How am I supposed to resist you? How can any mortal resist a literal goddess standing right in front of me—black hair like midnight, skin like starlight, body built to ruin empires?"
His thumb traced her neck again—slow, deliberate.
