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And then I’m pulled into a kiss.
Fuck.I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve spent every night since she was taken aching to feel her in my arms, to taste her on my tongue, to hear her soft little sighs and moans and make her cry out my name.
But this isn’t right.
None of this is right.
She’s been through so much in such little time. I’m not about to compound her trauma by just being yet another man who uses her.
I make sure to kiss her back—she needs to feel that I do, in fact, want her—but then I cup her face in my hands and ease her away. “Clara, I can’t…”
“Please.” Tears brim her lashes. When she blinks, one rolls down her soft cheek and I swipe it away with my thumb. “I want you, Demyen.”
My brain is scolding me for even considering it; this isn’t the way to do things and she needs some time.
My dick is screaming at my brain to shut the fuck up.
My heart? Well, my heart is finally getting a say in things for the first time in… ever.
“Baby, I want you, too. But I want you to take some time. Figure out what it is youreallywant?—”
She silences me with another kiss. Goddammit, I don’t have the strength to pull away or stop her. She tastes like heaven and wine and everything I thought I’d lost and once again, I have a mind to murder whoever breaks this moment.
“Clara—”
“I wantyou.” She threads her fingers through my hair and gently tugs, all while shifting her hips on my lap to straddle me even closer. Her sugary lips brush against mine and the combination with that wiggle is not helping my mind stay clear. “I need you.”
I sigh. I know I’m going to regret asking this. “What do you need me to do?”
“I need you inside me. Around me. All over me.”
I swallow. Hard.
Clara’s lip still trembles, but she looks at me with a heady swirl of determination, desperation, and desire. It’s a giant red flag made with the most exquisite fabric. “Help me, Demyen,” she whispers against my mouth. “I don’t want to feel any of them anymore. I just want you.”
If this were any other time.
Any other time, under any other circumstances, these words coming from her mouth would have me pile-driving into her within minutes. As much as I’ve insisted on being the one to own her, claim her, mark her with my teeth and my scent, it’s a completely different experience knowing that shewantsme to.
The “why” is what’s causing my hesitation. She’s been claimed, and marked, and used by evil men before. What she’s asking me to do right now is erase those memories by flooding her mind, body, and soul with new ones.
Can I do it without causing any further damage?
My hands smooth along her sides, over her back, and down to cup her ass.Fuck,I can feel her grow hot and wet for me already.
“I’ll give you exactly what you want,” I murmur low in her ear. “But you have to be my good girl. You have to do as I say.”
The shiver that travels through her body goes straight to her hips, which roll and grind on my lap.
I know she thinks I mean to do something like spank her and plow her into a screaming orgasm—which is absolutely on my To Do list. Eventually.
She doesn’t know that I have different plans for her gorgeous body tonight. Plans and ideas that involve a lot less aggression and a shit ton more care than she’s ever received.
Because damn it all, she fucking deserves it.
And if I can forge an apology—or the remnants of one—by showing her exactly what she means to me? It’s a start.
I guide her lips back to mine and take the time to taste her. No rush, no pressure, simply savoring the way her tongue darts sweetly between my lips. Enjoying the way she lets out a soft moan when I suck on it, stroking with my own tongue. I nibble on her bottom lip and groan when I feel her tremble again, this time with pleasure.
