Perhaps she should have been smarter than this.  Nora had her fair share of odd bedfellows, and at first, she had thought maybe her attraction to this guy was that animalistic nature behind his eyes.  Will had the same look in his eyes at times, hungry and savage, but this was something much more.  Something the voice inside her was saying to be wary of, to watch out, this one might be dangerous.  Nora did not have a wolf or any other animal in the back of her mind urging her forward, pushing her to keep doing what feels good.  No, her urges were just the same basic human tendencies.<br/><br/>The sound of that still, small voice was drowned out by the feeling of his teeth against her nipples, the peculiar pleasure of such a move.  There seemed to be a magic in his mouth, the way it tugged and teased at her flesh, she could hardly keep any semblance of concentration.<br/><br/>A surprised sound escaped her lips when he suddenly latched onto her thighs and began to move their location from the chair to his desk.  She held tight to him, arms around his neck, as lifted them both into a new position.  Once she felt stable, Nora's hands moved from his neck down to the desk, supporting herself on it, while still watching him.   The first slamming thrust was unexpected, but by no means unwelcome.  The hardness of it sent ripples of pleasure through her, only to be reignited each time he pulled out and slammed in again.  Her chin lifted to meet his mouth, and one hand caught the back of his neck, pulling him desperately in.<br/><br/>This was a different sexual high than the kind she was used to nowadays.  This was much more passionate and possessive.  This man knew how to use his body for pleasure and he was not shy about the practice.  Nora should have avoided this entire situation, but instead, she found herself entirely thrilled at the prospect of it.<br/><br/>After several more thrusts her pleasure crested, exploding inside of her.  Her hips worked back against him, rocking and rolling, as her innermost muscles pulsed with orgasm.  Her head fell back against the desk and her nails dug into the wood of it, leaving soft crescent-shaped indents in it.  Her moans filled the small room, unable to try and control it.  Later, she might hope that his office had some kind of soundproofing, but she was too far gone now to care.