River’s breath hitched as his calloused fingertips slid between her folds, parting her with deliberate slowness. The first brush of his thumb against her c**t sent a jolt of electricity through her, her back arching off the desk as a broken moan spilled from her lips.
“Heiko!” she gasped, her hips bucking into his touch, her nails scraping against the polished wood of the desk. Her legs trembled, her thighs slick with her own arousal, the scent of it thick in the air, mixing with the musk of his dominance. Heiko’s nostrils flared, his pupils blowing wide as he watched her writhe, his c**k straining painfully against his clothes.
“You want to fight?” he murmured, his voice a dark caress as his fingers circled her c**t, teasing her with just enough pressure to make her whine.
“Then fight
