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The second I stepped into this place, I had it mapped out. Had every inch of the floor plan memorized. Removing my jacket, my boots follow, making for a quieter entrance into her bedroom. I tamp down desire by breathing through my mouth instead of my nose. Her scent is everywhere, surrounding me, suffocating me.
She smells like strawberries dipped in chocolate. Sinfully sweet and juicy enough to eat.
The door to her bedroom is ajar, so I push it open slowly. I can just barely make out the silhouette of her body from the small slivers of light that stream through the window.
She has nothing but a flimsy curtain blocking the view of any passersby outside. I don’t like that. Not at fucking all. It’s unlikely that anyone from the street could see inside her room, but the apartments across the street could.
I look away from the window and let my eyes scan over her small body that’s curled in the fetal position facing the wall. She’s wearing a pair of panties and a tank top. The sight of her before me has my cock hard. I haven’t touched or thought of another woman but her. I get naked without even thinking about it.
I’m driven by a deeper, more primal instinct with Claire. I want to hold her and caress her, but at the same time, I need to show her how out of control she makes me and how badly I want her. How much I need her.
Naked, I walk over to the bed and kneel on the edge, looking down at a peacefully sleeping Claire. She’s beautiful, so fucking fragile. Really, she is a butterfly. I just have to let her be free because butterflies were not meant to be captured.
The bed creaks beneath my weight, and I worry Claire may wake before I can get in position, but she doesn’t even move. I slip behind her and wrap my arm around her, pulling her to my bare chest. I know how fucked up this is, but I don’t care. Claire is mine, and I am hers.
She needs this just as much as I do, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. She slowly stirs awake, and I slide my other arm beneath her pillow. My fingers drift down the smooth planes of her stomach and sneak beneath the waistband of her panties to splay across her mound.
“Lucca?” Claire’s voice is full of sleep, but it won’t be for long.
“Yes, it’s me,” I groan into the shell of her good ear.
As soon as I acknowledge that it’s me, she squirms in my arms. I tighten my hold on her, clamping a leg over her calf and wrapping a hand around her throat. I don’t squeeze hard, just enough to keep her in place. Her pulse races beneath my fingertips.
A rabbit caught in a trap.
“Don’t.”
“I won’t hurt you,” I promise, knowing that the last time I touched her, I caused her pain. I figure that’s why she is pushing me away now, which is why I’m not expecting what’s comes out of her mouth next.
“I don’t think I can survive losing you again if you do this.” The words are a gentle whisper, and I feel her pain. She’s afraid of losing me again, afraid that I don’t want her, but she does not know how wrong she is.
I smile and move my hand lower, tracing the lips of her pussy. “You have nothing to fear, Claire. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not letting you slip through my fingers ever again. I’ve waited six months to touch you, and I can’t wait any longer.”
“Please…”
I’m not sure if she is asking me to keep going or to stop, but I don’t ask. I dip a finger between her folds and rub slow circles against her clit. My cock is harder than steel and presses firmly against her ass. She continues to fight, pressing her hips back against me and clawing at my skin like a crazed animal.
“Lucca… don’t…”
If only she knew how much her struggle turned me on. If only she knew the things I wanted to do to her—depraved, sinister things. I press my nose into a spot right below her ear and inhale deeply. Her scent calms, and I can think clearly once more.
Tonight is about her, about her pleasure, about showing her how I feel.
“Don’t what?” I pant. “Stop?”
Even as she struggles, her folds become wet, and soft little mewls slip past her lips. Her chest rises and falls as her fear becomes pleasure. I work her clit faster, needing her to come like I need air, and the heart in my chest.
“Stop. Don’t stop!” She sinks her nails into my wrist. “I’m close… so close…” The words rush out of her, and I can feel it, feel her body trembling against mine, building up to a breaking point. Pre-cum beads the tip of my cock, and I can’t wait to bury myself inside of her.
