Claiming All Of You (2)

With no bookcase to hold her up as well, Amira’s eyes almost rolled back to the feel of Rhys’ length, almost hooking inside of her as she sunk deeper on top of him. She sighed, hooded eyes lowering to look at her mate as he sat down in his chair behind the desk.

Amira adjusted herself. She couldn’t actually do much with the positioning of the arms of the chair, but Rhys’ tight hold on her back and backside proved he didn’t intend on her staying there long.

Sitting upright, feet going through the sides of the chair and grounding her, Amira started slowly circling her hips, biting her lip to the feel of him. Rhys’ hands rested on her hips at her tease, eyes drawing to her breasts and his mark. This wild beauty was his, and now the rest of the world was going to know it, too.

Amira’s hands slid from his shoulders to the waistcoat, and she started undoing buttons to gain access to his collarbone. Rhys was about to let it slide off his arms until Amira stopped him. “Don’t… I’m kind of… d