Closing my eyes, I swim in the pleasure she causes.
Twelve
Clara
Sliding my tongue around his shaft, I feel like a goddess with his fingers in my hair.
Burke has a way of making me feel like I’m the only woman in the entire world. I continue sucking his cock until he growls. The sound drives need through my core.
He grips my head and pulls me off of him. Holding on to my face, he brings me to him and kisses me hard. Desire wraps around me, and I want so much more, but his lips on mine make my nerves dance.
When we part, I open my mouth to talk, but he grips me and shoves me onto the bed, his hot skin covering my back as he slides into me.
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
“So good. You’re such a perfect little slut for me.” His words in my ear make me tense at first, but his touch and kisses make me relax. “Couldn’t imagine life without you, Dragonfly.”
I wiggle to reach under us and touch my clit. Burke holds my arm, and I whimper. “Do you need to ask for something?”
“Can I play?”
Burke’s deep laugh sends vibrations across my skin, and I pull against his strength. “Yes, my love. Cum all over my cock.”
Rubbing my clit as he fucks me, I grip on his dick and muffle my screams into the mattress. My arm is held back again, and I groan. “What?”
“Don’t cover those sounds. They're mine. You’re cumming for me, right?”
I whimper and nod.
“Words, Clara.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then never silence your cries for me again. You’re mine and I want everything you’ll give me.”
He grips my hips and slams into me, and I go back to playing with my clit. My muscles tensing, I become rigid before pleasure explodes through me and I come all over him, whimpering and moaning out loud.
Burke growls, pulls out, and covers my back with his release. The mattress dips with his weight as he leans forward and kisses the side of my head.
“So fucking good,” he rasps. Breathing hard, Burke is up and to the bathroom before I can move.
After he cleans me up, he hands me back my sleep shirt, along with a bottle of water. “Where do you even keep these?” I ask.
“The fridge in my office. I grabbed them on my way back from the bathroom.”
Taking a sip, I nuzzle against his chest, any tension in my body ceasing to exist.
Relying on someone is dangerous because you can’t control what they’ll do. You could end up in a pile of crushed pieces.
“Goodnight, Dragonfly. I think you’re stealing whatever’s left of my heart.”
“Oh, good. Tiny scraps—just what a girl always dreams of.” I smirk, and he shakes his head before turning off the light.
“Deflect all you want, but I can feel it. You’re gonna fall for me too.”
I’m too afraid to share my feelings toward Burke. They scare me.
Falling for someone after years of self-destruction is terrifying, like it’s hard to trust my own gut anymore since it’s been so wrong in the past.
