Enzo's POV
My legs were jelly beneath me, my arms trembling from the weight of holding myself up against the desk. I thought he would finally let me collapse, maybe even help me clean myself up, but instead Alaric's hands slid firmly beneath me. In one swift, effortless motion, he lifted me off the desk as if I weighed nothing.
A startled gasp left my lips, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. "Alaric...."
"Shh," he hushed, his mouth brushing against my temple.
He lowered himself into the large leather chair behind his desk, settling in comfortably with me still impaled on his cock. I whimpered as the shift drove him even deeper inside, the stretch nearly unbearable yet maddeningly satisfying. His grip on my waist steadied me, keeping me snug on his thighs.
"Stay right here," he murmured, one hand rubbing lazy circles on my lower back. "You're not going anywhere."
