I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I wasn’t going to stop it either. I needed Rofus as much as he needed me. I wanted him with this burning desire, and if I didn’t get it, I would suffocate.

God, this is really happening.

A part of me knew this was wrong on some level. He was my employer. But the fact was I didn’t see myself as anything but his. Yes, I was his, just like he’d declared…demanded.

The scent of him invaded my senses. He was wild, free. I didn’t care that he had these “imperfections.” In fact, they made me want him more. He grabbed me behind the head, tangling his hand in my hair, causing the pain and pleasure to morph into one. He kissed me like a man possessed. After long seconds he pulled away, my mouth feeling swollen, the blood right below the surface of my lips.

Rofus pulled back and looked down the length of my body, taking in every inch of me, making me feel bared, which had nothing to do with the fact I was naked. I felt like he could see me…really see me.

“I want you,” he said unapologetically.

“I want that,” I responded.

“Once I claim you, you’ll never think of leaving, never want another man.”

A shiver worked its way up my spine. He had his hand between my legs, his fingers moving along my slick folds, making me crave so much more.

“You’re so wet for me, so ready for my big cock, aren’t you?”

I could only nod. I found myself moaning, wanting his hands and mouth on me…every part of me. Rofus slid his other hand up my arm and moved his palm to my chest, covering one of my breasts.

He leaned in until I felt his lips along my jaw, felt his beard move along my cheek. I could see the scars that lined one side of his face, and I found myself lifting my hand and smoothing my fingers along the raised flesh. He was tense as I touched him, but he relaxed against me as the seconds ticked by. I wanted him to feel just as comfortable with me as I did with him.

“Do I frighten you?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

“No,” I said instantly, meaning that one word more than I’d ever meant anything else.

Rofus moved his mouth along my neck, stroking my skin with his tongue, with his lips. I closed my eyes and just absorbed the feeling of him touching me.

“Tell me you’re ready for me.”

“I’ve never been more ready.”

“Say my name, baby.”

“Rofus,” I whispered, and he groaned in response.

His dick pressed against my inner thigh, so big and long. I anticipated this. Our breathing was loud. Then his lips were on mine, his tongue between them. He tasted so good, so wild.

“You’re all mine,” he groaned against my mouth. I was, without a doubt.

He gently bit my bottom lip, and a gasp left me. I had my hands on his chest, my nails digging into his flesh. I felt the scars on this part of his body as well, but I loved that he was vulnerable for me, because I felt that way for him.

Rofus leaned down and ran his tongue along the arch of my throat. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my belly, his hands smoothing over the length of my spine, my heart thundering madly.

Everything was happening so fast, but I didn’t want it to stop.

He ground his erection against my ass. “God, even without being inside of you, you feel so damn good.”

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. I wished he’d take off his clothes. I wanted to feel his bare skin against mine. I looked over my shoulder at him. As if I’d said the words out loud, he moved away and started undressing.

And as he stood there naked, all I could do was take in the sight of his massive erection.

“This is all because of you,” he said on a groan as he fisted his cock in his hand, stroking the impressive length. He took a step closer. “This will only ever be for you.” Rofus let go of himself and was back on top of me a second later. He placed his hands on either side of my outer thighs, slowly moving them up. He pressed his dick against the crease of my ass, the length so long and thick for a brief second I wondered how painful it would be once he was fully inside of me.

“I bet you’re so ready for my cock.”

“Yes.” That one word left me on a rushed whisper.

He moved down the length of my body until I felt his warm breath along the top of my ass. “I’m going to devour every inch of you until you know without a doubt you’re mine.”

I wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a very long time since I’d been with a man, and I’d never had one kiss me, touch me…do anything in the region Rofus was at right now. It made me feel wild, excited, and anticipating more to come.

He kissed and licked my flesh, and then grabbed the cheeks and clenched his fingers around the mounds, the pain slight but present, making me want more. I wanted so much more. I let out a breath, suddenly feeling dizzy.

“You’re perfect for me, the beauty to my ugliness, the perfection to my destruction.”

Again it sounded like he was speaking to himself, but his words hit me deep, made me crave the darker side of Rofus, the part he’d shut out, built a wall around. I knew it was deep inside of him, and I didn’t know if I was stupid to want to experience it.

He moved his finger through my slit, eliciting this deep-rooted moan from me.

“You want more?”

I nodded, not able to speak.

“I’ll give you so much more you can’t handle it, baby.” He rubbed me between my legs faster, harder, making me wetter. At the first touch of his tongue on my pussy I couldn’t contain the cry that left me. I didn’t want to hold it in, didn’t want to stop myself from vocally letting him know how good he made me feel.

I cried out as the pleasure consumed me.

He groaned against my wet flesh but never stopped as he did, in fact, devour me like he’d promised. My bottom was high in the air, my legs obscenely spread. He licked and sucked at my intimate folds until I felt sweat bead along my temple and form between my breasts.

He sucked my clit into the hot, wet depths of his mouth, and that was the end of it. I came for him. My breath hitched. My heart raced. Rofus sucked on me harder, running his teeth along my folds, teasing me. I was so sensitive for him, so ready to go off the cliff once more, over and over again until reality and fantasy were one.

“I want to devour you over and over again, Britta,” he said in this husky, sexy-as-sin voice. He pushed my legs open more, stood behind me, and before I could realize or understand what he had planned, he had me flat on my back again. A gasp of surprise and desire left me, my arousal creeping up so high I couldn’t even think straight.

Rofus was between my thighs, his mouth back on my pussy.

“Do you want more?”

“Yes,” I said instantly, wanting so much I couldn’t even breathe.

He rubbed my clit, had me squirming, trying to get impossibly closer. I’d never felt such intense pleasure before. I didn’t want it to end, didn’t want this moment to vanish.

“More,” I begged, not ashamed in the least.

He started to push a finger into my pussy, just one thick, long digit. He moved into my body slowly, gently. Rofus was relentless, but I loved that, craved more. While he did that, he flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit, humming until I was crying out.

“This is all I’ve ever fucking wanted,” he said in a low, murmuring voice against my flesh, but it sounded as if he was speaking to himself. And then he started sucking especially hard on the little nub. “Come for me again,” he murmured against me.

I didn’t ever want him to stop. Ever.

I panted, not able to breathe, not able to think clearly. I felt high, like nothing could touch me. Rofus pulled me into his arms and just held me, and the feeling was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

As crazy as it sounded, I felt like I was right where I should be.