Chapter - 67
Leo didn't wait. He didn't give her a second to adjust to the stretch.
He held her hips in a vice-like grip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh above her stockings. With a grunt that was more animal than man, he drove his hips forward.
He buried himself to the hilt in one brutal motion.
Seraphine's cry wasn't one of pain, though it was sharp. It was a cry of pure, unadulterated shock and relief. Her head snapped back, her blonde hair whipping against his face. Her fingers scrambled against the polished wood of the heavy oak desk, crumpling the maps and ledgers beneath her nails. Her back arched violently as she took every thick inch of him.
"Fuck," she gasped, the word ragged and torn from her throat. "Master... oh god..."
She was tight. Unbelievably tight. The +1 Inch reward he had earned earlier made the fit almost impossible, but her body welcomed him. She clamped down on him like a wet, hot fist, squeezing him from the inside.
