POV: Kesley

His rhythm was relentless, each stroke calibrated to push me closer to a place where thought became impossible.

The desk creaked beneath us, a sharp, rhythmic protest that matched the sounds spilling from my throat.

"Too much," I gasped, though my legs locked tighter around his hips.

Leo slowed, and then he stopped. The sudden stillness was worse than the pace had been.

"Too much?" His voice was infuriatingly steady, the voice of a man who hadn't just been buried inside me.

The voice of a man who wasn't breathing hard through his nose while his pulse hammered visible at his temple.

"Then we stop."

"No." The word...