“Tell me, fairy, do you enjoy it when I kiss you” he whispered his thumb teasing her n****e

Her breath caught in her throat. “I—I love… love it,” the words escaped her lips in a trembling whisper, fragile and unguarded.

A faint, almost predatory curve touched his lips.

In one swift motion, his hand found her waist and pressed firmly. She was lowered against the table, the cold surface meeting her back as his strength overwhelmed the space between them.

His other hand swept across the stack of documents beside her. Papers scattered violently to the floor, a soft, chaotic storm of white sheets fluttering like startled birds in the...