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She gasps, and I watch her, waiting for disgust or horror to cross her features, but that doesn’t happen. I find intrigue, curiosity, and maybe even a little anticipation.
“When the night is over, I’m going to fuck you from behind until I come deep inside of you. Planting my baby in your womb, fucking breeding you, Claire. Why would I do that?” I ask.
“Because I’m yours.”
“Damn fucking right, you are. Now, what do you want?”
Her eyes. They’re focused and unyielding as they stare into mine.
“Everything,” she breathes.
CLAIRE
Coleman makesgood on every single thing he says he wants. With my back bowed. My neck arched to an uncomfortable level. He slides two fingers into my mouth, and then, without warning, I feel them against my back entrance.
I gasp but don’t pull away from him, not that I could even if I tried. I’m being held tightly, so tightly that I feel like a part of me could break at any moment. I move my hips as little as I can, my body begging, no,screamingfor more.
Being held this way, it feels as if I might actually explode. Like I could combust from the inside out and break apart into a million pieces. I want to beg him to release me so I can move and find my release faster. It’s on the edge. I’m right there and yet too far away.
But then again, at the same time, I want to stay like this forever. Who cares if I’m in a state of passion and want so great that I feel like it’s going to split me into a million different pieces? When his fingers begin to massage my back entrance, my eyes close and a sound I’ve never heard before escapes my lips.
“Fuck yes, hummingbird,” Coleman growls.
I don’t know if he actually slides his fingers inside of me back there because far too many sensations are consuming my entire body. I don’t know what to do, how to move, what to say, how to feel.
So I just close my eyes and feel.
Then I come.
It moves through me so hard that my body actually convulses. I didn’t think that was possible. For me to come again, for me to feel this way, for a million different things. Coleman chuckles, moves his thumb from between my legs, and wraps his fingers around my waist, gripping me before he gently pulls me off his dick.
He does exactly as he promised. He drags my body up his chest and settles me on his mouth, my knees on either side of his head. His fingers stay pressed against my backside as his tongue begins working on my overly sensitive clit.
I hiss, knowing that it hurts and also knowing that in just a few moments, that sensation of pain is going to diminish, and desire will replace it. I can’t wait. My fingers curl around the top of the headboard.
Coleman’s touch against my ass is too much. I didn’t knowthatcould feel so good. I moan as my head falls backward, my hair sliding down my back, and then I feel his fingers tangle in the ends, tugging my head back farther.
My hips roll against his tongue. It’s too good, too damn good. The oversensitivity is already beginning to fade, and yearning begins to replace it. My thighs tremble, shaking against his face, and then it happens.
It takes me by complete surprise. I don’t even have time to cry out with my release. My body freezes as every muscle inside of me tenses up. He doesn’t stop. His tongue continues to lick and taste me until I come down from my release.
Coleman’s hands release my hair and ass simultaneously as he wraps his arms around me and flips us so I’m on my back. His hips fit between mine, his eyes searching my own before he dips his chin and touches his mouth to mine before he lifts it quickly.
“This doesn’t seem so dirty,” I breathe.
His lips curve up into a huge smile as he searches my eyes. “Doesn’t it?” he asks.
I hum, shaking my head from side to side. He groans and brushes his lips against mine in a barely there kiss. Then he lifts his head, and his beautiful dark gaze locks with mine.
“You’re my match, Claire. I didn’t think it was possible, a woman so perfectly well suited to me, especially not a woman who was arranged to be my prize. And yet, here you are.”
“Here I am,” I exhale.
God, I want him inside of me. I’ve already come twice, yet I want to come again. I can feel my belly tingle, and my entire body begins to tremble with need—with want—with desire.
Without another word, he shifts away from between my legs and flips me onto my stomach, wrapping his hands around my hips before he hauls them backward. He thrusts inside of me, his length filling me with one smooth thrust.
Crying out, I grip the sheets in my hands and throw my head backward. Coleman’s fingers wrap around the back of my neck before he shoves my head down into the mattress, keeping me there as he begins to move in and out of my body—hard.
