His hand slams down beside my head, a strange ringing coming from it. “I think you forget, sweet girl. Who is really obsessed with whom?”
Moaning and writhing beneath him, I stare at his mobile phone flat between his palm and the mattress. It rings, clearly on speaker, as he fucks me.
Then a soft voice answers. “Clay…”
It’s her…
He calledher.
Clay speeds up, fucking me loudly into the mattress, fingers digging into my hip. The sound that rips from his throat vibrates through my bones—something between a growl and a curse that makes the hair on my arms rise.
“Fuck, I’m in love with you, little deer!” he bites out through deep steady drives in and out of me. “Completely. Wholly.Fuck.You feel like heaven. There is no room for another, not when you consume me so entirely.”
The phone is quiet but alive, listening.
I can’t stifle my sounds, my throat catching, releasing, catching again with each brutal thrust. My whimpers and yelps, high, then low, then breaking completely as he changes angle and rubs that spot that makes my vision scatter with stars and moons and clouds.
The bed is solid, the mattress thick and expensive, but Clay is huge and powerful, shaking it as he pumps into me, the headboard thudding against the wall with a steady beat.
I fist the sheets, taking his claiming drives,freeing my insecurities from the day. I know Lorna would be easier for him, and Aurora, too. They are graceful and perfectly controlled. I know I’m insecure, immature, and jealous, but I can’t help it. I can’t help that losing him for even a moment, of his thoughts wandering, of his world not revolving around me, would be worse than suffocating.
“I love you,” I gasp.
He paws at my hips. “I love you more, dammit!”
My heart aches with something new—not the jealousy from moments before, but a desperate longing that burns just as fiercely.
Clay’s cock slides in and out of me, rubbing and massaging my insides each time. As always, his size fills me completely, overwhelming my senses from the first stretch to the last inch, and I feel every sensation.
Of pain.
Thrust.
Of pleasure.
Thrust.
Of fear.
Thrust.
Of love.
Thrust.
They build through me until I may explode. I come with a guttural cry, convulsing and clenching around him like a needy fist. He tenses and shudders, his cock thickening as he continues his ruthless fucking until he squeezes my hip and empties inside me, groaning long and hard.
He holds himself deep, pants and shudders, as the final pulses of his orgasm subside.
A warm palm soothes my raw backside. “There.” His voice is gravelly, dark—delicious. He thumbs the hang-up button and tosses the sweaty phone to the side. “We belong together,little deer. You show me femininity is soft and sweet. It is vulnerable and needy. I will protect that. I need that.”
I hiccup a sob. “I’m sorry.”
“You know how I feel about that word. I don’t want you to be sorry. Not for this. Never be sorry for showing me how you feel. I would be very disappointed if you hid your emotions from me. I assure you, sweet girl, I can handle you.”
His large palm traces the length of my spine. “I want you to be happy and full of life. Spoilt. Demanding. You have suffered alone enough, little deer. No amount of time will make me forget that. No amount of diamonds or pretty gifts will make me forget that you once merely survived. I want you to feel everything and know that you can come to me. With all your eccentric emotions. And I will make it all better.”
“I’m so happy when I’m with you,” I say as he rolls his hips again, turning my words into a moan of delight.“Sohappy that when you’re not with me I feel something missing.”
