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And I want to say this, but I’m no Gabriel Fallen. I’m no fucking poet. I don’t have pretty words and sweet melodies to offer. There’s only one way I know how to say what I need to say.
“Turn around,” I growl.
“Noah, don’t—”
“You need this. Don’t deny it. Turn around. Hands on the desk.”
Claudia bites her lip. But she knows I can read her like a book. Those ice-cold eyes alight with something feral – her own rage flickering to life at my command. She drops the papers in her hand with a flourish and spins away from me.
She plants her hands shoulder-width apart, her fingers curling around the edge of the desk. Her back curves as she peers back over her shoulder with a defiant glare, hair spilling over her shoulders in golden waves. She may do what I command, but I’ll never have dominion over her.
I’d never even dream of wanting it.
I press my palm into the small of her back and bend her over the desk, dragging the slinky red dress up her thighs. The hem is streaked with Odette’s blood. My savage queen. I almost lost her. This could’ve been her blood on my fingers right now, her blood staining the rug in the drawing room.
But she’s alive. Because she’s Claudia fucking August.
Alive, and mine. And I’m utterly hers.
Claudia trembles beneath my palm. She needs cock so bad right now. She’s afraid for our family, and she’s like me – she doesn’t know what to do with fear except burn it all away. And nothing makes my Claws feel powerful and in control like riding me until neither of us can breathe.
I’m happy to oblige my queen.
I roll the dress over her hips, exposing the globes of her ass and that tiny bit of pink skin between her legs that glistens with her juices. She bites her lip, tilting her hips back to give me an even better view. My breath catches. My cock strains against my zipper.
Claudia August has never been more beautiful, more gloriously alive.
I drop my pants to my ankles and step out of them. The tip of my cock is already wet with pre-cum. I can hardly breathe for what I want to do to her when she’s like this, ass in the air, submissive in pose, if not in nature. I run my fingers over her ass cheeks, sliding underneath the thong she’s wearing, peeling it back and then snapping it taut, enjoying her yelp as the fabric teases her skin.
I lean down and kiss her exposed skin, drawing her into my mouth to bite her ass. Hard. Claudia yelps again, and I almost come right there.
“I could have lost you tonight,” I murmur as I lean over her, bunching her dress up higher until it exposes her breasts. They topple from the dress, braless and perfect, the nipples hard and begging to be pinched. I cup her breast in my hand, circling her nipple with my finger before pinching it hard enough for her to grit her teeth. I rasp in her ear. “I hate losing.”
“I know,” she glares at me, her eyes the cold blue of the ocean at sunrise, when the brisk chill hits your skin just before you dive and discover how warm she is underneath. “You act like a real bitch about it.”
The sound of her voice is heaven come to earth. I nearly lost her. I nearly lost all of this, but I didn’t. She’s right here.
Claudia August isn’t like every other person I’ve loved. She’s not going anywhere.
“I just know that’s important in life. So I’m not going to lose again.” I tug the dress over her shoulders and toss it at a bust of Caesar. The Roman emperor wobbles a little on his stand, but remains upright. I lean forward further, pushing Claudia into the desk, making her breasts splay out so I can play with her nipples. I roll the other one between my fingers as I reach between her legs with my other hand to cup her pussy. I love how wet she is. How needy. “Right now, you’re mine, and I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name, until you tell the whole world who you belong to.”
I snap her throng, tearing the flimsy material from her and tossing it into the mess. Claudia makes a beautiful little mewling sound as she grinds herself back into me. Her golden hair tickles her bare breasts as she tilts her head back, her mouth searching for mine.
I fuck her mouth with my tongue as I drag her thighs back, plunging inside her with one stroke. Her whole body bucks as I enter her, and I’m enveloped in her hot, slick folds. She melts into me, taking everything I have to give and throwing it back. My queen. My mirror. The only one who sees who I truly am, who will never dream of running, of turning away, of telling me I’m not good enough, because denying me means denying part of herself.
Fuck, she’s amazing.
I plunge inside her, again and again and again until my balls are hot coals of need and every atom of me brims with her. Holy fuck. Every time inside her feels like the first time, like I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel Claws’ walls clamp around me and her body melt into my touch.
I slam her into the desk. Pens and Post-it notes go flying. Caesar wobbles before crashing to the floor. Ceramic shards dig into my feet, but I can’t stop, will never stop fucking Claudia August until she’s been thoroughly worshipped and utterly undone.
“Noah,” she cries out, her arms flailing, swiping Howard Malloy’s designer pencil holder off the edge of the desk. A framed picture of a thoroughbred horse falls off the wall, glass shards twinkling in the shaft of sunlight. I reach around to rub Claudia’s clit – not softly the way Eli would, but with all the power and fervor she deserves.
She comes apart in my arms, her whole body lifting off the table as she screams her way through an orgasm. Her pussy squeezes around me, milking my cock until my stomach leaps into my throat, until it’s too fucking much and I fall over the edge with her.
Stars dance across my vision.
I think my cock might’ve exploded.
