The air in the room seemed to vanish. Alaric's face transformed into something truly feral, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black.
"Sofia Stephen?" he roared, the sound vibrating in the very floorboards. "Fine. You won!"
He didn't waste another second. He grabbed her thighs, shoving them back toward her shoulders until she was completely open, and with one brutal, territorial thrust, he sank into her.
Sofia's head slammed back against the desk as she let out a long, shattered moan. "Yes! Oh god, yes!"
He was stretching her, filling every hollow inch of her with a heat that was almost too much to bear. Alaric didn't ease into it; he began to fuck her with a violent, rhythmic intensity, his hips slamming against hers with a sound like thunder. He was marking her from the inside out, his every thrust a silent command for her to forget every other man's name. Sofia moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrust harder and deeper.
