Olivia's POV
Every movement of his body tore me further apart, each thrust carving a command into my skin, into my very bones. I couldn't hold back the cries tumbling from my lips, couldn't hide the way my body yielded, clinging to him as though I'd shatter into pieces if he stopped. "Louder," he growled into my ear, his hand twisting in my hair until my scalp burned. "Let me hear how much you need me."
A sob burst from me, broken and raw. "I need you, master—I need you—don't stop, please, don't ever stop." He moaned low, rough, the sound vibrating through me as he drove into me harder, deeper, forcing every part of me to bow beneath him. My nails scraped helplessly at the desk, searching for something to ground me, but there was nothing—only him, only his strength binding me in place, his control pressing down on every breath I took.
