The silence in the office was broken only by the sound of their ragged, synchronized breathing. Alaric's weight was a comforting anchor, his softening cock still buried deep inside her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent as if it were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
Sofia clung to his broad shoulders, her skin slick against his, but as the haze of pleasure began to lift, her thoughts turned into a chaotic whirlwind.
He loves me. The words echoed in her mind, heavy and terrifying. She hadn't said it back. She couldn't. She felt a deep, magnetic pull toward him—a fluttering in her heart whenever he looked at her with that possessive intensity—but was it love? Or was it the desperate gratitude of a woman who had been drowning until he pulled her to the surface?
