Chapter 83 You're Mine

• He carried me up and returned to his desk, with his cock still in my pussy. He sat back and made me place my head on his chest, so I could recollect my breath.
• I didn't know how long we stayed like that. It was as if time seemed to stop meaning anything in this room. With me in his arms and his cock still buried inside me.
• My fingers traced idle patterns on his shoulder. The material was rough under my touch, and I focused on the texture, on the mundane detail because if I thought about what had just happened, I'd shatter.