Our Dark Fantasies

Chapter 2: Shattered Reflections

Damien

The city lights blur into a kaleidoscope behind the fogged glass, but I don't see them. All I see is Sofia..pinned, exposed, her green eyes locked on mine with a challenge that makes my blood roar.

Her wrists twist in my grip, not to escape, but to test me. I tighten my hold, feeling the delicate bones shift under my fingers. She's silk and fire, this woman, and I'm already burning.

"Damien," she whispers, her voice a ragged plea wrapped in demand. "Don't make me wait."

I lean in closer, my mouth hovering over the pulse hammering in her throat. I can smell her arousal now, sharp and sweet, mixing with the jasmine clinging to her skin. My free hand slides up her thigh, fingers tracing the edge of that soaked black lace. She shudders, her hips bucking forward involuntarily.

"Patience," I murmur against her neck, nipping the skin just hard enough to make her gasp. "You came to me for control. Remember?"

But f**k, control is slipping through my fingers like sand. My c**k strains against my slacks, aching to bury itself in her heat. I hook my fingers into the lace and pull hard. The fabric tears with a satisfying rip, and I toss it aside, exposing her completely.

She's bare, glistening, and the sight of her swollen folds makes my mouth water. I press two fingers against her entrance, circling slowly, teasing without entering. Her breath hitches, body arching toward me.

"Please," she breathes, the word breaking on a moan as I finally push inside, curling my fingers to hit that spot that makes her knees buckle.

She's tight, wet, clenching around me like she never wants to let go. I pump slowly at first, building the rhythm, my thumb finding her c**t and rubbing in firm circles. Her head falls back against the glass with a thud, eyes fluttering shut.

"Look at me," I command, my voice low and rough.

Her eyes snap open, dark with lust. "Make me come, Doctor. Show me how you fix what's broken."

The title on her lips “Doctor” twists something dark inside me. I add a third finger, stretching her, thrusting harder now. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the steel and glass, and I swallow them with my mouth, crashing my lips against hers in a kiss that's all teeth and hunger.

She tastes like sin, red wine and desperation. Her tongue battles mine, but I dominate, biting her lower lip until she whimpers. My hand moves faster, relentless, and I feel her walls flutter, the telltale sign she's close.

"Come for me, Sofia," I growl against her mouth. "Let go."

She shatters with a cry, her body convulsing, juices coating my fingers as she rides the wave. I don't stop, drawing it out until she's trembling, oversensitive, begging me to ease up.

But I don't. Not yet.

I release her wrists, and she sags against the window, hands clutching my shoulders for support. I drop to my knees, ignoring the ache in my own body, and bury my face between her thighs.

"f**k," she gasps, fingers tangling in my hair as my tongue laps at her, tasting her release. I suck her c**t into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth, and she bucks against me, grinding shamelessly.

She's wild now, no pretense left. Her nails dig into my scalp, pulling me closer, and I oblige, tongue delving deep, f*****g her with it until she's on the edge again.

"Damien! oh f**k—I'm—"

She comes a second time, harder, her thighs clamping around my head like a vice. I drink her in, every drop, until she's boneless, sliding down the glass to kneel in front of me.

Her eyes meet mine, hazy but hungry. "Your turn," she says, voice hoarse, and her hands go to my belt.

I should stop this. We're in my office, for Christ's sake. But the thought evaporates as she frees my c**k, wrapping her red-painted fingers around the throbbing length.

It's her mouth that undoes me—hot, wet, taking me deep in one swift motion. She hollows her cheeks, sucking with a rhythm that has me seeing stars. I fist her hair, guiding her, but she doesn't need it. She's a goddess on her knees, worshipping with lips and tongue, swirling around the head before taking me to the back of her throat.

"f**k, Sofia," I groan, hips thrusting forward instinctively. She gags slightly but doesn't pull back instead, she moans around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls.

I pull her off before I lose it completely, hauling her to her feet and spinning her around to face the window. The city stares back, oblivious, as I press her palms flat against the glass.

"Spread your legs," I order.

She does, arching her back, presenting herself like an offering. I shove my slacks down just enough, line up, and thrust into her in one brutal stroke.

We both cry out, she from the sudden fullness, me from the exquisite grip of her p***y. She's molten, tight, perfect. I don't hold back, pounding into her with deep, rough thrusts that shake the window frame.

Her reflection in the glass is mesmerizing—mouth open in ecstasy, breasts heaving against the cold pane, n*****s hard peaks through the thin dress. I reach around, pinching one, rolling it between my fingers until she sobs my name.

"Harder," she demands, pushing back against me. "Break me."

I do. My hand slides up to her throat, fingers wrapping gently but firmly, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. Not enough to hurt,never that but enough to remind her who's in charge.

Our rhythm is frantic now, skin slapping, breaths mingling in harsh pants. I feel her clench around me, chasing a third orgasm, and I angle my hips to hit that spot inside her.

"Come with me," I rasp, my own release building like a storm.

She does, screaming my name as her body milks me, pulling me over the edge. I bury myself deep, spilling into her with a groan that rips from my chest.

We collapse against the glass, hearts pounding in sync, the city still indifferent below.

But as I hold her, stroking her hair, I know this isn't the end. It's the spark that ignites the inferno.

And we're both going to burn.