Warning:
Mature Scene
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Clara Carter

He aggressively bites my lower lip, inches from drawing blood. His tongue glides across it. His acts are not gentle, and I don't expect them to be. I can't imagine how it feels to be judged by one's family.

That's something I wouldn't do to Stefan. He may come from a suspicious and dangerous background, but that doesn't make him a heartless man.

I open my mouth to feel his seductive touch even more intimidating. He licks in my mouth, sucking hard on my tongue.

As I pull on his hair, an erotic sound escapes his split lips. Knowing that I have this kind of influence on him, I feel a glimmer of yearning.

With each movement he makes, his lips become wetter and hotter. He pushes me back on the bed, deepening the kiss with our wild passion.

I've never felt hunger like this before in our hot bodies. Needy moans erupt from my throat.

Every time he kissed me, it felt like heaven—the way our lips perfectly connected, the slip of his slick tongue in my mouth was all I needed to sigh in delight.

He takes off his T-shirt, allowing my shaky hands to reach out and touch him through the layers of clothing.

"Stefan—" When his teeth target my neck in a powerful suction, I scream and bury my head in the pillow. He kisses the skin, which has become red after his beautiful torture.

His finger madly strokes my lips as his mouth marks me on the neck.

After his name falls from my thrilling lips, he takes his job of covering my neck and collarbone with his traces even more seriously. The prod of his hardness between my legs causing me to moan.

I lift myself up and he assists me in removing my wrap dress, which I had worn exclusively for him.

"You looked fantastic today, Clara." He whispers against my throat.

As I lay under his dark and unrelenting longing, the grips of his rough hands tighten around my waist, forcing my heavy eyes to look at him.

My pleas are once again muffled by his mouth. He unclasps my bra while savoring deep, brutally sweet nibbles on my lips, driving me insane with desire for more of him. He kisses me with all of his might, passion, and hunger.

Our tongues tangle, and we don't hold anything back when it comes to fucking each other's mouths. As I angle my head to get a better taste of him, his strong perfume drenches my senses.

I crave him and can't bear the thought of letting him go.

Cupping one of my breasts, he pinches my nipple between his fingers.

The pain between my thighs is becoming unbearable. My sex begs out for the attention and touch that only he can offer.

I reach for his jean buttons. He stops me midway. "Patience, Clara."

"I need you, Stefan," I beg, "I need you so bad."

When my hands slide down his chest and abdomen, halting just before his hard cock beneath the pants, his breath hisses out.

"I know, Clara," His tone is strong yet mischievous. "Let me give you what you need."

My panties got quickly discarded by him. His mouth is between my thighs, and his shoulders slide beneath my thighs before I know it. He spreads my thighs wide open with his palms resting on my inner thighs. 

"Oh, fuck!" I scream again, breathing helplessly. I'm wet and desperate like I've never been before.

"That's what you wanted, right?" he asks, his voice sending chills down my spine. "Let me show how much I want you to stay with me."

His lips wrap around my clit. The intensity of roughness in the silky lash of his tongue across my clit ignites a desire within me. He watches tremble under his spell and touch.

When his tongue enters inside me, I bite back another scream, melting and aching. So insanely aroused.

My heart races inside my cage as the wonderful pain on my sensitive core makes me dizzy.

"I forgot how amazing you taste," he says as he crosses my leg over his shoulder. This new position gave him more access to do sinful things to me.

Hearing such words causes even more excitement in me. My back arches and my toes curl as I feel his warm breath on the spot where I want more of him.

Wild groans and moans from his lips are just what I want to hear all night. My fingers bury themselves in his hair, unconsciously forcing him closer to me. His tongue savors lickings as it slips in and out of me.

He pulls me to the center of my bed and his lips swallow my gasps without allowing me to object.

"You want this, right?" he asks again, his gaze falling deep into my soul as he resists kissing me once more. "Because, Clara, I'm not going to be gentle."

I nod, brushing my fingers across his face — his jaw, lips, and forehead. "I want you. All of you." I demand.

"I'm yours." he whispers. In a violent and burning kiss, his lips close around mine once again. He licks, bites, and bruises my lips. While unbuckling his jeans and slipping out of his boxers.

"Shit," he says as he backs away. "I don't have a condom." 

It's impossible for us to stop now since we're so engrossed in the process of touching and kissing each other.

I giggle. "In the drawer beneath the nightstand," I say, "I've got them just in case something like this happens."

He grins, scratching the back of his neck before retrieving the little packet. "You were afraid I'd go without giving you what you want, weren't you?"

My mind goes numb as a result of his uncanny ability to read my mind. "I—"

"Shh," he stops me with his index finger over my lips, his other hand positioning himself at my entrance.  He looks at me with his dark hazels filled with nothing but lust. "Don't worry. Before you can even ask, I'll give you everything I have."

As he groans hoarsely on my cheek, he pushes himself inside me. I whimper and tighten my grasp on his shoulder in response to the sensation. With one arm, he gently takes my upper body off the bed and cuddles me. His other hand helps him maintain his balance. He pulls out and enters me again with more of himself. 

The scent of our passions and deep breathing fills the room. A delicious warmth radiates from his body. As he pulls out entirely and pushes in, this time more rough and demanding. I moan, my legs shaking from the exquisite torment he is putting on me. He pushes himself deeper, his speed intensifying.

I suck in a breath on his neck, feeling the pleasuring stretch between my legs. To accommodate more of him, my legs slide up from his thighs to his waist.

"God, Clara," His voice throaty and deep, as he murmurs. "You feel so good."

Sweat mists on my skin as I sense the softness in his gestures disappearing. He thrusts hard in me, holding me close to his body. He fucks me hard and hits the right spot in the process. A  breathless cry leaves me, relishing the unexpected pain.

"Stefan," As if he's fucking my mind as well, I can't form any sentences. "Please, don't stop." I beg.

"Never," he rasps, placing me back on the bed while balancing himself on both hands. "I fucking can't."

In a sloppily hard kiss, he catches my mouth. His finger circles around my clit. "Oh my God, Stefan," I mumble weakly and stare at him with even more helpless and heavy-lidded eyes. The pleasure that spreads from where we connect is indescribable. With each raw thrust, the knot in my stomach tightens as the orgasm rises inside me. My thoughts are blank since all I can think about is the sweet, aching release.

"I love you."

Outside the window, the sound of water striking the ground reverberates as a powerful and delicious orgasm erupts within my quivering body. I collapse, shuddering wildly, tears welling up in my tired eyes as I watch him come down from his high.

My breath stops in my throat as he slowly opens his eyes. When I see his fragile teary hazels, I'm hit with a clap of thunder in my heart. He gets closer to my face, the lighting outside scares me with the ferocity of the rainfall.

"I love you, Clara," he touches his forehead with mine, his eyes clouded by tears that had welled up in his eyes. "I'm in love with you."

The strange blend of rain and water in his eyes pierces my heart like a dagger. His words triggered a storm of emotions in me that was unimaginable. Thinking rationally is impossible for my newly fucked brain and body.

I cup his jaw in both of my hands and kiss him on the forehead softly. I'm scared of my reply that comes to my mind that instant to his beautiful words cause. . . I love him.