Enzo's POV
At last, his grip eased. His cock slipped free of me with a slow, wet drag that left me gasping, my whole body quivering from exhaustion. I clung to him for a moment, unable to move, my thighs trembling so badly I wasn't sure they would carry me.
Alaric's strong hands steadied me, lowering me to my feet, though I wobbled and nearly collapsed. He caught me instantly, adjusting my clothes with an almost casual precision, like he hadn't just fucked me senseless on his chair. His lips brushed my temple before he released me completely.
"Go," he said, his voice softer now, commanding but not harsh. "Rest in our room. I'll finish up here."
I didn't need to be told twice. My legs ached, my ass burned, and every step reminded me exactly what he'd just done to me. I fixed myself up as best I could and slipped out of the study, hoping to avoid anyone's gaze.
But luck wasn't on my side.
