Deneve sat at her desk, brow furrowed in concentration as she wrote furiously.

“Deneve,” Lord Red said, walking behind her chair to place a kiss on her neck. “It’s late. Come to bed.”

Deneve paid no mind for a moment writing faster before she slammed down her pen with a flourish. “There, it’s done!”

He smiled as she pushed the chair back from the desk and stood up. Moving to sit down on the chair, he pulled her toward him. She looked at him curiously as he pulled her tunic over her head. Deneve wore nothing underneath as she had crawled from the bed when the idea had come to her. 

Lord Red smirked as he admired her form. His hands slid down her back to cup her bottom before giving a firm squeeze as he pulled her even closer to him. She straddled the chair and him as he pressed his lips to Deneve’s stomach, moving up to her breasts as his hands stayed firmly on her behind. 

She laced her fingers into his hair, giving a contented sigh. But then Deneve started with another thought as she looked over her shoulder at the paper she had just written. She stepped back to return to the writing when she was interrupted. 

“No, you’ve done enough work today.” Lord Red said firmly as he pushed himself off the chair. Catching hold of her elbow, he spun Deneve around to face him once again and lifted her till his face reached his, giving her a playful kiss on the nose. 

Deneve wrapped her legs around his waist as she pressed a kiss to his lips and twined her arms around his neck. 

Instead of walking over to the bed, Lord Red walked over to the nearest wall. As he pressed her back against it, he grasped her wrists, raising them above her head as his other hand supported her bottom. Looking into her eyes, he stated, “Every time your mind strays from the present. I’m going to do something to bring it back.” Shifting her with his other hand that was still holding her, he abruptly slid into her. She gasped against his mouth in surprise. 

He pressed her to the wall more as he rocked into her eliciting a wanton moan. She attempted to move her arms, but his grasp was iron-clad. She was effectively pinned by his hand, his body, and the wall. 

“I want…” she started to say.

“I know,” He smiled rakishly against her lips without loosening his grasp.

She gave a huff of annoyance that was quickly forgotten as he captured her lips and shifted his stance slightly. She gasped again, but this time with pleasure as he hit just the right spot. Rasping, hopeful demands poured from her lips as he continued to move, yes, there, don’t stop, Red. 

She was helpless to move as the wave of her climax hit her. She keened and shuddered between Lord Red and the wall. 

Reveling in her pleasure, he kept his movements firm and even as he loosened his grasp on her wrists, which came to twine around his neck. “Again.” He demanded. 

Deneve looked up at him, confused, “I don’t think… Ah!” She wailed as the hand that had been holding her arms slid between them, furiously toying with the bundle of nerves between her legs. Hitting that moment where she wanted to scream, cry, and escape but praying he wouldn’t stop. In mere seconds she shuddered into him, biting down on his shoulder as he found his own bliss burying his head into her neck.