Passionate Pleasure: Discovering The Throat-fucked By Office

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The amber glow of a dying sunset bled through the high-rise windows, casting long shadows across Peter’s office where Luna stood, her own righteous anger cooling into a strange, fluttering apprehension. He turned from the window, his presence not a threat but a quiet force that seemed to still the very air in the room. A single, confident step brought him close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from his body, a silent language that made her breath catch. His gaze, intense and unflinching, held hers as he slowly raised a hand, his knuckles grazing her cheek with a touch so feather-light it felt like a secret. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drum echoing the sudden, bewildering shift from confrontation to this breathless tension. She felt the solid line of his forearm as his hand cradled the back of her head, a gesture both possessive and strangely reverent, tilting her face up to his. The scent of his cologne, clean and sharp like a winter night, filled her senses, drowning out all thought of the world outside this charged space. A soft, surrendering sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes, the last of her resolve melting like wax under a steady flame. In that suspended moment, the line between a deal for vengeance and a choice for herself blurred into irrelevance. This was no longer about Mickey; it was about the terrifying, thrilling discovery of a depth of feeling she never knew she craved.