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Clara sucks in a breath. “I love when you do that,” she murmurs.
“Do what?” I grin and nip the lobe of her ear. I dip a finger inside her just to feel how full she is, and she squirms with a soft whimper.
“Growl.” Her face flushes. “For me. Because of me.”
I scoop a bit of our mixed cum with my finger and use it to rub her clit in slow, firm circles. “Does it turn you on?”
Again, she nods. “So much.”
My other hand grips her a bit firmer, pressing in to turn the caress into a rub. “Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
Clara’s breath hitches. She hesitates, but nods again. “So much.”
“You hesitated.”
She lowers her head. “I’m embarrassed.”
I slide my hand up her back, pressing along her spine in a slow, deep caress until I reach the nape of her neck. And then I thread my fingers through her thick hair, fist the silky tresses, and give her a firm pull back until her body arches to meet my gaze.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” I mutter the words an inch away from her lips. At this angle, her beautiful breastsare pushed out and her thighs naturally spread wider for better balance as she kneels.
Fucking gorgeous.
Another whimper sounds in her throat. Her bottom lip trembles. “Dem…”
“Yes, baby?” I kiss just that sweet lip. “Tell me what you want.”
She reaches for my arms, holding onto me as I thrum her clit between my fingers. When I still, she sucks in a quivering breath. “Make me forget his name. Make me forget he ever touched me.” Her eyes flicker away, but I give her hair another small tug. When she looks back up at me, her nipples visibly harden. “I want you to own me. Only you.”
The surprised little yelp she makes when I suddenly push her forward makes me grin. She falls onto the bed and I follow quickly behind, covering her with my body as my mouth latches onto her shoulder to brand her with a lovebite.
By the time I’m done with her, the only marks on her skin will be from me. Because she begged me to give them to her.
And she does. Over and over again, Clara sobs my name and begs me to mark her, to brand her, to own her body and possess her soul.
Throughout it all, I constantly remind her that she has all the control. When I pin her to the bed, I ask her if this is what she wants. When I start fucking her harder than I ever have before, I pant in her ear that she can tell me if it’s too much.
When her response is to wrap her arms around me and dig her nails into my back, I damn near explode. I manage to hold back,barely, even when her voice pitches into near-screams of my name over and over.
It’s when I have her impaled on my cock, her body twitching from her third or fourth orgasm, her lips swollen from my kisses and her face streaked with tears from sobbing with intense pleasure, that she looks up at me and reaches for my face.
I’m so fucking close to the edge. “Clara…”
“Please, Dem,” she manages to whimper. “I need you. I trust you. I want you.”
Fuuuck.
Stars explode behind my eyes. If it’s possible, I think she sucks my soul through my dick and straight into her body.
I have never in my life felt like this.
I must have groaned that out loud, because when I collapse on top of her, she strokes my hair and whispers, “Neither have I, Demyen. Neither have I.”
17
DEMYEN
It’s a miracle I can still feel my legs.
