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.

but the words were breathless, broken, traitorous, drowned in the

sweat dripping onto my chest as his mouth crashed against mine, devouring me, punishing

still he moved harder, faster, and relentlessly. His groans mingled with my

I screamed, cumming for the third


And finally—finally—he let go.

of his release shaking through every muscle. His grip on

sagged against me, both of us spent, chests

push myself up from the desk. The wood was slick beneath

shot out, gripping my arm before I

grip

hold. My hair clung to my damp face; my chest heaved. "Just let me

his jaw hardening. "What the hell is wrong with you?" His voice rose, low

hit me like a blow, but I forced a bitter laugh, twisting out of his hold. "I’m not officially your mate," I spat. "Not really. She might be out there somewhere, Damien. Your

rising and falling, sweat gleaming on his skin. "I’ve already accepted you," he said, voice

that would keep me from breaking. "I don’t have your mark," I threw back

mouth tightening. "You don’t have my mark," he said slowly, "because two days before our mating ceremony... you

truth hung between

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