HIS TOUCH MY UNDOING

My back slammed against the wall. His mouth was already on mine.Not gentle. Not tender. Just need raw, reckless, and consuming.Damian Cain didn't kiss like a man in love. He kissed like a man possessed. His teeth grazed my lower lip before he bit down, just enough to make me gasp. He swallowed the sound like a reward.His hand came up one bold, commanding sweep and tangled in my hair, jerking my head back to expose my throat. He didn't wait. He descended.His lips dragged along the column of my neck, his tongue flicking the pulse point that throbbed for him."You came here to walk away," he growled against my skin. "So walk."But I didn't.Because his other hand was already between my thighs, gripping, pressing, teasing through the silk that was already embarrassingly damp. His fingers found the heat through the fabric, and he smirked when I whimpered."I hate you," I whispered, breathless.He bit just below my ear, slow and punishing. "You're dripping for someone you hate."I moaned shameless and soft and he chuckled darkly.My knees buckled. He caught me with ease.That was the problem.He always caught me.Even when he was the one making me fall. Clothes hit the floor like confessions.My blouse was ripped open. His hands claimed every inch of skin he uncovered palming my breasts, thumbing my nipples until they ached, lips closing around one peak, then the other. I was bare before I knew what was happening, laid out across his desk like an offering.My thighs trembled as he spread them apart, his breath hot against the inside of my knee.Then his mouth found me.A groan ripped from my throat loud, feral.His tongue was ruthless, flicking and circling, dipping inside before moving higher to where I pulsed for him. He sucked, licked, devoured me until I was sobbing his name, hands pulling at his hair, legs shaking."You taste like sin," he murmured, lips glistening."Then keep sinning," I begged.He stood, chest heaving, undoing his belt one-handed. I watched, dazed, as he freed himself thick, hard, already leaking. My mouth watered.But he didn't give me time to touch.He flipped me over, pressing my chest against the cool wood, my hips angled up just right."Still want to run?"I moaned instead.He slid into me with a single, punishing thrust.We both cursed.I clenched around him, and he groaned, head falling against my shoulder."Fuck, you feel like you were made for me."He moved then slow, deep, grinding strokes that dragged every sound out of me. The desk creaked beneath us, but I couldn't care.My body burned.My soul burned.And when I shattered, he didn't stop.He chased me into bliss and followed with a growl as he emptied himself inside me.We stayed like that tangled, shaking, breathless.Until the silence swallowed us whole. I pushed myself up, slick and ruined.Damian lit a cigarette like he hadn't just wrecked me."You don't even ask if I'm okay," I muttered.He looked at me, those dark eyes unreadable. "You're not a porcelain doll. You begged for it."I flushed.He wasn't wrong.But still."So what now?" I asked.He shrugged. "Now, you pretend you hate me. And I pretend I don't want to fuck you again."I glared.He smirked.And I hated how much I wanted to pull him back in. Back home, I stood under the shower until my fingers wrinkled, scrubbing his scent from my thighs. But it was no use.He was under my skin.Inside my head.Between my legs.This wasn't love.This was obsession.And I was already in too deep.