Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420: Not Your Mate

Sofia’s POV

For a moment, silence filled the office—only the sound of our ragged breathing and the creak of the desk beneath us. My body was wrecked, trembling, sweat cooling on my skin. I thought—hoped—it was over.

But then Damien didn’t soften. He didn’t pull out.

My eyes flew open, my heart lurching when I felt him still hard, still deep inside me. His breath came rough against my ear, his voice a gravelly growl.

"Not yet," he rasped. "I’m not finished."

My stomach dropped. "Damien—" My protest cracked into a gasp as his hips shifted, pulling back and slamming forward again with savage force.

"Thought I’d let you go that easy?" he snarled, his teeth grazing my throat. "No. I have missed this for three fucking years."

Damn it. I forgot how a beast Damien was in sex. He could go round upon round with me.

I clawed at his shoulders, half to push him away, half to anchor myself as he set a brutal pace, driving into me like he was carving his name into my body. My legs slipped from his shoulders, but he caught them, folding me in half, pinning me open beneath him.

The angle was ruthless. Every thrust struck deep, knocking the air from my lungs, making my body bow and shudder helplessly against the desk.

"Damien—stop—" I begged, but the words were breathless, broken, traitorous, drowned in the sounds spilling from my throat.

"Liar," he growled, sweat dripping onto my chest as his mouth crashed against mine, devouring me, punishing me. "You don’t want me to stop. You never did."

My back arched, my nails tearing at his skin, and still he moved harder, faster, and relentlessly. His groans mingled with my cries, filling the room with the raw chaos of us—anger, lust, hate, and need colliding in every thrust.

My body betrayed me again, that unbearable heat coiling tight, too much, too fast. "Damien!" I screamed, cumming for the third time, my release ripping through me so violently I thought I’d shatter into pieces.

And finally—finally—he let go.

With a guttural roar, Damien buried himself deep, his entire body trembling as he spilled inside me, the force of his release shaking through every muscle. His grip on my thighs was bruising, his mouth against my neck hot and deep.

When it ended, he sagged against me, both of us spent, chests heaving, sweat-slick skin pressed tight.

My legs were jelly. Every muscle in my body trembled as I tried to push myself up from the desk. The wood was slick beneath my palms. I slid off the edge, my knees almost giving way beneath me.

A rough, steadying hand shot out, gripping my arm before I hit the floor.

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