Avenging Luna
Chapter 73: Office Indulges

Chapter 73: Office Indulges

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Drake’s POV:

You’d think that would be enough to satisfy her cravings for the day, but no... not my mate. Leila’s eyes gleamed with mischief, and I barely had a moment to process what was happening before she pushed me down into my chair, her determination evident in the way she held her body.

One look at her—those deep blue eyes filled with playful defiance—and I knew she really meant it when she said she wasn’t letting me off easily. I couldn’t help but smirk at her eagerness. This was going to be anything but a short break.

She dropped to her knees between my legs, her movements fluid and confident, as if she owned this space—and honestly, she did. My heart raced as I watched her fingers work to unzip my pants slowly, deliberately, teasingly. The anticipation coiled tight in my stomach, a familiar rush of excitement coursing through my veins.

"Leila..." I began, but the words faded as I lost myself in her. The way she looked up at me, a glint of mischief mixed with desire, sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

With a soft gasp, she pulled my zipper down, revealing the hard evidence of my desire for her. I felt exposed under her gaze, but it was an exhilarating feeling, knowing she had complete control at this moment. There was something about her taking the lead that drove me wild, igniting a primal urge to give her everything she craved.

She took her time, drawing out the moment as if savoring the anticipation. Her fingers brushed against my skin, sending shivers racing up my spine, and I could barely hold back a groan.

"Are you ready for me?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a thrill through me.

I nodded, unable to form coherent words as she looked at me with those enchanting eyes. She grinned, clearly relishing in the power she held over me. I could see the plan forming in her mind, and I knew I was in for a wild ride.

With deliberate slowness, she wrapped her fingers around me, her touch warm and electrifying. My breath caught in my throat, and I leaned back in my chair, giving her the space to explore. The world outside faded away as all my focus zeroed in on her and the way she took her time, teasing and coaxing.

"God, Leila," I managed to say, my voice strained with need.

But she just smiled, her lips curving into a smirk that promised more pleasure to come. She leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin, and I felt her lips brush teasingly against me before she took me fully into her mouth.

A guttural growl escaped my lips as she started to move, taking me deeper with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and heat that built inside me, threatening to spill over. My hands tangled in her hair, urging her on, but she was in control, guiding me on this exquisite journey.

"Just like that," I encouraged her, my voice hoarse as I struggled to hold onto my composure.

Leila met my gaze, a fire burning in her eyes as she took me even deeper, working me with expert precision. Every flick of her tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I could feel the tension building, tightening with each moment.

I knew I was close, but I didn’t want it to end just yet. "Leila," I warned, trying to hold back.

But she only intensified her efforts, quickening her pace, and I lost myself in the rhythm, surrendering to the pleasure she was giving me. This was more than just physical; it was an intimate connection that deepened with every second.

As I teetered on the edge, I pulled her up by the waist, wanting to feel her body against mine. "Enough teasing," I growled, capturing her lips with mine as I stood, sweeping her off her feet.

Her laughter mingled with my passion, and in that moment, I knew this was only the beginning of our wild afternoon together. The hunger in her eyes mirrored my own, and as I pressed her back against the desk, I felt a fierce determination swell within me. I was ready to give her everything, to drown in the fire we ignited together, and I would not hold back.

This time, I made sure she wouldn’t walk properly. The air was thick with anticipation as I pulled her closer, feeling the heat radiating from her body. My hands gripped her waist, steadying her as I prepared to claim what was mine. With a single, powerful thrust, I sank deep into her. She gasped, her breath hitching, and then, with a soft moan, she whispered my name. That sound, like a spark in the dark, ignited something primal within me.

In that moment, I surrendered completely to the beast inside. I had long since shed any pretense of control, my instincts taking over as I drove into her with relentless force. The world outside faded away; all that mattered was the rhythm we created together. I felt her body respond, tightening around me as she met my thrusts with her own urgency.

My hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin. I was exhilarated to find she wore no bra, the soft flesh of her breasts spilling into my palms, fueling my desire. She had come here knowing exactly what she wanted, and I was more than willing to oblige. Each groan and gasp that escaped her lips spurred me on, pushing me deeper into the intoxicating bliss we had ignited together.

With a sudden shift, I turned her around, my breath hot against her neck as I lifted her effortlessly and sat her on my desk. The wood was cool against her bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat enveloping us. I could see her excitement reflected in her eyes, a mix of hunger and daring that pushed me to the edge.

I began to pound into her like a raging beast, every thrust a declaration of my need. The desk creaked beneath us, a testament to the wildness of our passion. I lost myself in the rhythm, my heart racing as I filled the room with the sound of our bodies colliding. She gripped the edge of the desk, her nails digging into the surface as if to anchor herself amidst the storm I was unleashing.

"Harder," she gasped, her voice laced with desperation, and I obliged, driven by a hunger that knew no bounds. The heat between us intensified, wrapping around us like a cocoon, each thrust deeper than the last, each gasp a melody of pleasure. I could feel her body tightening, responding to my every move, and it sent a rush through me, a wave of primal satisfaction.

As I moved faster, my senses heightened, I was acutely aware of the way her body curved and shifted beneath me. The world outside faded completely, and all that existed was this moment—raw, unfiltered, and consuming. I was completely lost in her, caught in the spell of our shared ecstasy, and nothing else mattered.

Together, we created a symphony of pleasure, a dance of bodies entwined in perfect harmony.

Just as I was about to lose myself completely in the moment, a knock echoed through the room. It was jarring, a sharp intrusion that threatened to shatter the exquisite tension we had built. My gaze flicked to Leila’s face, and I saw the fire in her eyes—the kind of fury that promised she’d murder whoever stood on the other side of the door.

"Don’t you dare stop," she warned, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a thrill through me. I nodded, my resolve strengthened. I would not be deterred; we were on the brink of something monumental, and I was determined to make sure we both reached the peak together.

With renewed fervor, I plunged into her, feeling her warmth envelop me, igniting every nerve in my body. The persistent knocking faded into the background, replaced by the sound of our mingled breaths and the rhythmic symphony of our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through us, a reminder that we were alive, that this moment was ours alone.

The urgency of the situation only added to the thrill, heightening our senses and fueling our passion. The knowledge that someone waited just outside the door, oblivious to the fervor unfolding within, made every thrust feel more illicit, more exhilarating. I could sense Leila’s desire matching my own; her body responded eagerly to each movement, urging me to go deeper, faster, harder.

"Don’t stop," she urged again, her breath hitching as I drove into her with relentless abandon. The world outside vanished completely, and it was just us, tangled in a web of ecstasy. The very air around us crackled with energy, a testament to our shared intensity.

Then, amid the haze of pleasure, a voice called urgently from the other side of the door. "Alpha, something urgent has come up! It’s Marcus!"

Luke’s voice pierced the bubble we had created, yet it failed to break the spell. Instead, it brought a new thrill, an exhilarating blend of urgency and defiance. I felt a surge of adrenaline course through me, amplifying the heat between us. Who cared about interruptions? We were in our own world, and I was determined to keep it that way for just a few more moments.

Leila’s body tightened around me, pushing me closer to the edge, and I could feel the blissful aftermath of our passion beginning to coil tightly once more. The sound of Lucas’s voice faded into a dull roar as I lost myself in the heat of the moment, completely consumed by the rapture we had ignited.

With one final, powerful thrust, we reached our climax together, our cries mingling in a perfect harmony of ecstasy. In that instant, the world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the shared pulse of our bodies, the blissful aftermath of our union.

As the last tremors of pleasure coursed through us, I could still hear Lucas knocking, his urgency evident in his knocking. "I guess break is over." I kiss Leila the last time leaving her to compose herself as I went to open the door.