Delilah’s heart raced as Marco’s words hung in the air, his voice thick with desperation.
His gaze bore into hers, hot and unrelenting, daring her to take the next step.
She could feel the weight of his request pressing against her resolve, urging her to give in to the temptation that had been building all night. But she wasn’t ready to let go of this control just yet.
"Tell me again," she demanded softly, her fingers still wrapped tightly around his aching length. "Tell me what you want, Marco."
His chest heaved with each breath, his hands gripping the edges of the desk for balance. "I want you, Delilah," he said, his voice low and rough. "I want to see you naked, I want to feel every inch of you. Show me how much you want this."
Her lips curved into a slow, secretive smile. "Good
