CHAPTER 51: SWEET SEX! (R-18)

The office was a crucible of heat and desire, the air thick with the musky scent of their entwined bodies.

Pah-!

Pah-!!

Pah-!!!

Seraphina’s legs were wrapped tightly around Xavier’s waist, her thighs trembling as he thrust into her with a relentless, primal rhythm that shook the table beneath her.

Each movement was a claim, a fierce declaration of need that reverberated through her core, her body arching to meet him with every powerful drive. The cool wood of the table pressed against her bare skin, a stark contrast to the fire that consumed her, her gown and panties long discarded, leaving her exposed and aching under his ravenous gaze.

Xavier’s hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh with a possessive hunger that sent shivers racing down her spine.

His eyes, dark and molten, locked onto hers, a storm of lust and something deeper swirling within them.

"You feel so fucking good," he growled, his voice rough with desire, the raw edge of it slicing through the haze of her senses.

Pa-!

Pa-!!

Pa-!!!

Pa-!!!!

Each thrust was deep, deliberate, filling her completely, the sensation overwhelming as her body stretched to accommodate him, every nerve alight with pleasure. Her breasts bounced with the force of his movements, her nipples still sensitive from his earlier ministrations, tingling with every brush of air against her flushed skin.

Seraphina’s moans spilled freely, a symphony of want that echoed in the quiet office, each sound a testament to the way he unraveled her. Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint red trails across his skin, urging him deeper, harder, as if she could fuse their bodies through sheer force of will.

The table creaked beneath them, a steady rhythm that matched the slap of their bodies, the sound raw and primal, fueling the fire that burned between them. Her head tipped back, her lips parted, gasping for air as the pleasure coiled tighter in her core, a delicious pressure that threatened to consume her.

"Xavier..." she breathed, her voice a sultry plea, thick with need. The sound of his name on her lips seemed to ignite something in him, his thrusts growing even more forceful, each one driving her closer to the edge.

His hands slid up her body, one cupping her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple with a rough, deliberate stroke that drew a sharp gasp from her.

The other hand tangled in her hair, pulling gently to tilt her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her throat. His lips found the sensitive skin there, nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of heat that made her tremble.

"You like that, don’t you?" he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and teasing, the words vibrating through her. "You love how I fuck you."

The rawness of his voice, the unfiltered lust in it, sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her body clenching around him in response. She nodded, too lost in sensation to form words, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts, chasing the release that felt so close yet maddeningly out of reach.

Her hands roamed his body, fingers digging into the firm muscle of his shoulders, then lower, gripping his ass to pull him deeper. The feel of him, hard and unyielding inside her, was intoxicating, each thrust a pulse of pleasure that pushed her higher.

The office faded away, the world reduced to the heat of their bodies, the rhythm of their movements, the shared desperation that bound them. Her thighs tightened around him, her heels digging into his back as she urged him on, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

Xavier’s hand slipped between them, his fingers finding her clit, circling with a precision that made her cry out, her body arching off the table. The added sensation was electric, a spark that set her nerves ablaze, the pressure in her core building to a fever pitch.

"That’s it," he growled, his voice thick with hunger, "let me feel you come." His words were a command, a plea, and they pushed her closer to the brink, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

He fucked her harder now, each thrust a relentless claim, the table groaning under the force of their passion.

Seraphina’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her body surrendering completely to the rhythm he set.

Her hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening as she held on, the pleasure overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to drown her.

His fingers worked her clit faster, matching the pace of his thrusts, and she felt herself unraveling, the coil in her core snapping as pleasure crashed over her.

With a sharp cry, Seraphina came, her body clenching around him, waves of ecstasy pulsing through her as she shuddered in his arms. Her vision blurred, her breath catching as the intensity consumed her, leaving her trembling and breathless.

Xavier’s groan followed moments later, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release, the sight of her unraveling pushing him over the edge.

"Ugh, fuck!" He buried himself deep, a low, primal sound tearing from his throat as he came, his warmth flooding her, their bodies locked together in the throes of shared ecstasy.

They clung to each other, breathless and spent, the air heavy with the scent of their passion. Xavier’s hands roamed her back, soothing now, grounding her as her body hummed with the afterglow.

He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his lips lingering as he murmured, "You’re fucking incredible."

His voice was rough, sated, but still laced with that possessive edge that made her heart skip.

Seraphina’s lips curved into a lazy, satisfied smile, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest, still heaving from exertion.

"You’re not so bad yourself," she teased, her voice sultry, tinged with a playful warmth that belied the intensity of what they’d just shared.

Her body felt deliciously heavy, every muscle relaxed yet alive with the memory of his touch. She leaned into him, her cheek against his shoulder, savoring the warmth of his skin, the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath her.

The office was quiet now, save for the soft sound of their breathing, the faint creak of the table as they shifted. The world outside felt distant, irrelevant, as if time had paused to let them linger in this moment.

But even in the haze of satisfaction, a spark of mischief flickered in Seraphina’s chest. She tilted her head, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "You know... this table’s taken quite a beating." Her voice was low, teasing, a sultry invitation that made his breath catch. "But I’m wondering what else in this office we could... break in."

"Hehe..." Xavier’s chuckle was deep, vibrating through her, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled back to meet her gaze. His eyes gleamed with renewed hunger, a wicked glint that promised more.

"Oh, you’re trouble," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her spine, igniting a fresh spark of desire.

"How about my desk? Or maybe that couch in the corner?" His voice was a low growl, each word dripping with suggestion, and the way he looked at her—like she was both his salvation and his undoing—sent a shiver through her.

She laughed softly, the sound sultry and inviting, as she slid off the table, her body brushing against his in a deliberate tease. "Why choose?" she purred, her fingers trailing down his chest, lingering at the waistband of his trousers, still half-undone.

"You have all the time in the world, I can make out time for you to do your thing." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her body already responding to the promise of more, the ache between her thighs a delicious reminder of what they’d just shared.

Xavier’s grin was predatory, his hands catching her wrists as he pulled her close, his lips hovering just above hers.

"You’re gonna be the death of me," he murmured, but the heat in his voice said he’d gladly let her destroy him.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her lips, the world around them falling into a hush. When his mouth met hers, it was unhurried, a lingering pressure that drew her in rather than overwhelmed her.

His lips were firm yet tender, tasting faintly of something sweet, and they moved with deliberate care, coaxing hers into a slow rhythm.

She felt the subtle tilt of his head, the way his hand steadied gently at the small of her back, pulling her fractionally closer. Time seemed to stretch with each deepening brush of lips, until the kiss became less about urgency and more about savoring.

Once they broke the kiss, Seraphina came down from the office desk she sat and knelt before Xavier, her soft hands wrapped around his throbbing length, stroking with a deliberate, sensual rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. She had this beautiful smile on her face that kept Xavier eyes locked in not looking away even for a second.