He pushed her back against the door and took her mouth in a deep, punishing kiss. She opened for him, as he knew she would, as they both knew she would. His hand encountered the line of tiny buttons that went down the back of her dress and he let out a frustrated growl.
His hands came back around her front to cover and torment her satin-covered breasts as he continued his assault on her lips. But it wasn’t enough and suddenly he couldn’t wait. If he didn’t have her right now, he knew he would disgrace himself. He anchored his fingers in the neck of her gown and yanked. The fabric gave way immediately, parting down the middle and he dropped the handful of satin, watching, mesmerized by her pale flesh, as the dress fluttered and fell, pooling at her feet.
He was left with the sight of Sabrina’s shocked face and her gorgeous body clad only in a tiny satin thong. He pulled her in and put his mouth to her breasts, now bare for his enjoyment; first one and then the other, reveling in the little panting breaths she emitted, the feel of her hands clutching his hair. The urge to have her became too much to withstand and why should he?
He unzipped himself swiftly and yanked the tiny scrap of satin down her thighs before he inserted one long finger into her slick entrance almost coming when he encountered the damp warmth that signaled her readiness. He surged into her muttering, “Wrap your legs around my waist.” Sabrina complied immediately, little whimpers escaping her lips.
With a groan, he sank deeper and held her there for a long moment, his body shaking as he fought to hold still and savor the tight welcome, enjoy the close grip of her thighs before finally he gave into the urge to pump. As he plunged deep again and pulled back, his teeth grazed her neck once more until her excited cries as she came apart compelled him to cover her mouth with his. As they exchanged increasingly hungry kisses, he pounded into her remorselessly until he finally let go into his own release.
He dragged his lips from hers, rested his forehead against hers. For a long moment, there was only the sound of their labored breathing. Even after he opened his eyes, he still didn’t know where he was. He felt so high he might have been on another planet.
It had been better for him than it had ever been, with Sabrina or with anyone.
He felt both sapped of all strength and energized enough to take on the world.
He straightened from his position and, smoothing his hands along the soft skin of her thighs as he gathered her close, eased her body away from the door and down along the length of his, until her feet, still covered in four inch heels, touched the rug.
****
In the aftermath, Sabrina was trembling. Whether because of her complete nudity or the aftershock or both, she was standing barely upright and shaking. As she watched, Vlad adjusted his clothing, he was still fully dressed, and raised a hand to smooth back his hair.
Faint marks were beginning to appear on her neck and breasts and even her wrist. Vlad turned away from her and the urge to soothe the pink marks with his tongue. He knew, because of her fair skin, they might be purple bruises by morning. But still just moments after this last time, he knew that if he touched his mouth to her, he would have to have her again right now. His cock hardened at the thought.
His shook his head to clear it. Had he injured her back? They had come together against the oak door of his office. His hands clenched into fists and he forced them to relax so he didn’t scare her further with the violence of his thoughts.
“Your back? Did I hurt you?” His voice was a rasp. He reached out to turn her to see, but she shook her head and stepped back, away from his hand.
“No, you didn’t; it’s fine.” Her eyes were enormous and glazed, almost fevered looking.
Unable to resist, he reached out and ran his finger along her kiss-swollen lower lip. Reflexively, her tongue appeared and she licked her lips. He removed his tuxedo jacket and put it on her, guiding her arms into the sleeves as if she were a child.
“Wait here, I’ll send Mrs. Egan home.”
****
As he shut the door behind him Sabrina sank onto the couch, her body weak and her mind churning with scattered emotion. She was spent, exhilarated, confused, satiated. She was a mess.
She tugged his jacket around her to cover her thighs. It smelled of the ocean-inspired cologne he favored and the essence of Vlad himself.
She had to pull herself together and come to terms with what had just happened and what it meant. She had to acknowledge what it said about her that just now she’d been so overwhelmed with the obsession to have
Vlad that she’d totally forgotten about Alex and Mrs. Egan. She had forgotten about everyone and everything in the world besides the driving need to be taken by him.
Her beautiful, once-worn gown lay destroyed like a rag on the rug. Her body continued to tremble and pulse in the aftermath of their lovemaking. It didn’t even feel like her own body anymore. At this point, every inch of her skin felt stamped as Vlad’s. But the most lowering truth she had to accept was the hold he had taken of the unseen places. Her mind. Her heart.