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He drops his head on my shoulder, his face turned to the side of my neck, kissing it thirstily as his hands mold my breasts with ardor. “Damn, you’re so sexy, Baby Belle.”
Baby Belle?
Sweet, with a touch of naughty. And with that, he licks my nipples softly as if savoring their taste. I project my chest forward to give him better access, and he starts sucking them. He does so with much adoration.
If this is how he shows possessiveness, the safe house I pictured is still standing. Whatever this man is doing to me, I feel nurtured and admired. I bloom. And God help me, I don’t want it to be just for tonight or one night a year, like the rare flower Nando once compared me to.
The constant fondling sends me writhing, releasing wild moans.
“Goddamn!” he hisses out his satisfaction, massaging my breasts a little firmer this time. He then pushes me back. His mouth moves to my lips, kissing me vigorously like a man intent on giving his woman a night to remember.
His fingers start flicking my erect nipples, gradually pinching them. He stays there as if knowing to let the pulsing sensation disperse to all parts of me. Right when the unfamiliar bliss is about to fill my body to the brim, I feel a nip on my left nipple and the tip of his tongue pushing against it. He keeps at it while his hand rubs my other breast.
Something like an electric current travels down my belly. By and by, it bursts into waves, lapping at my center from the inside, crashing my defenses.
My mouth gapes but I’m unable to utter anything.
Fuck… I just came.
A satisfied smile plasters his face. So nipple orgasm isn’t a myth. But seriously, that shows more than a glimpse of how well-versed Clayton is with the female body.
He gives me a moment, which I need and don’t need at the same time. My seared lips gape, still releasing steam from the unexpected beginning. But I want more.
My legs under my dress skirt get restless, calling for the man who just made me come to dip in between them. Clayton senses it. He nudges me to lift my ass, and once I do, he pulls my dress—and my panties—down.
“I will die for you, Isabelle. Do you know that?” He gazes at my nakedness, following every curve.
I shake my head, telling him don’t even go there. It’s too dangerous even to consider what he would sacrifice for me when death becomes an imminent part of us.
He bends down and slowly blankets me with his body. Nothing is covering him now, and his skin is wet with more than just the remnants of the rain. His manly scent overrides the firewood and flower fragrance. My senses heighten. For him. And only for him.
His hardened length lands on my pelvis as he dips a finger into my pussy. He should know I’m drenched down there. He tries to obscure my view, but I won’t let him deny me visual access.
I scoop his waist up, forcing a gap between my belly and his crotch.
God, he’s huge.
I’ve never made love to a man so well-endowed. I should be concerned about how I’m going to accommodate him, but my core is pulsing with need. I don’t care if it hurts.
He lines himself up, only supporting his upper body lightly with his arms. “Is this what you want?” he whispers.
“Hell yeah,” I huff.
His lips are back on mine—hungry. My eyes fall closed once more, absorbing his aggression. Our first kiss has kindled a fire. Now this continued contact is fueling it to burn even higher.
In this magical place, in the company of a man who’s giving everything to me, nothing else matters.
Nothing. Not even Don and his threats.
“Clayton…” I moan out his name.
I feel his weight on top of me, gentle but enough to warn me this is a point of no return. I shift my hips, affirming that I don’t intend to look back.
He pushes one of my thighs up, getting it to bend to give him room. He glides inside me on a slight angle and then nudges my bent thigh toward him, making sure his entrance is tight and creating as much friction as possible.
This is pain, but not as I know it. It binds me to him. It turns sex into something so goddamn beautiful.
He’s in me, the stranger in the dark who’s no longer a stranger. He’s a man I’m holding onto with both arms, a man I’ll cling to as long as possible. I gave him a chance. Now I’m giving myself a chance to be satisfied by a man who wants nothing else of me butme—the person, the woman.
