Chapter 7 Claire #2
I’m getting wetter by the second, soaking through my underwear, and I’m desperate for him. I want this gorgeous, complicated man who’s promised to protect me to claim me completely.
In a flurry of activity, we strip each other of our remaining clothes, flinging them to the floor. Alec scoops me up into his arms as he kisses me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. The head of his cock brushes against my pussy, and I gasp.
He carries me to the bedroom, kicking open the door and laying me down on the bed with surprising gentleness. Then his mouth is on me, trailing hot kisses down my stomach until he reaches my center.
“Alec—”
“Let me taste you first, darling. Need to get you ready for me.”
His tongue slides through my folds, and I cry out, my hips bucking off the bed. He eats me like a man starved, licking and sucking until I’m trembling, until an orgasm crashes through me in mere minutes.
But I need more. I need him.
I yank Alec up to my face, kissing him hard, tasting myself on his tongue.
“Now,” I gasp. “Please. I need you inside me.”
Alec positions himself between my thighs, his cock heavy and thick against my entrance. He slides it through my folds, coating himself in my arousal, and I whimper at the teasing pressure.
“Call out my name, darling. Let me hear how much you love this.” He begins to slide in, and I gasp at the stretch. It’s so much. He’s so big.
Alec freezes, his eyes searching my face. “Darling... you’re so tight. Have you not done this in a while, or—”
My cheeks flood with heat. “I’ve... I’ve never done this.”
Time stops.
Alec goes completely still above me, his expression shifting from confusion to shock to something that looks almost like reverence.
“You’ve never...?” His voice is rough. “Claire. Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”
I nod, unable to meet his eyes. “I never trusted anyone enough. I never wanted anyone enough. Until you.”
“Fuck.” The word comes out strangled. He pulls back slightly, and for one horrible moment, I think he’s going to stop. That this changes things.
But then his hand is on my face, tilting my chin up, forcing me to look at him. And what I see in his eyes steals my breath.
Awe. Protectiveness. And something deeper. Something that looks almost like worship.
“You’re giving this to me,” he whispers. “Your first time. Me.”
“I want it to be you.” My voice trembles. “Only you.”
“Jesus Christ, Claire.” He leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. “Do you have any idea what that means to me? That out of everyone in the world, you chose me?”
I shake my head, tears pricking at my eyes.
“It means everything.” He kisses me softly, reverently. “You’re everything. And I’m going to make this so good for you, darling. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
He starts to push in again, slower this time. Gentler. I feel every inch of him as he stretches me open, fills me up.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well. Taking me so perfectly.” His voice is strained, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding back. “God, you feel incredible. So tight. So wet. Made for me.”
I whimper as he sinks deeper. It burns, but it’s a good burn. A claiming burn.
“Alec...”
“I know, darling. I know.” He rocks his hips, easing in another inch. “Almost there. You’re being such a good girl for me.”
My walls flutter around him, adjusting to his size. He’s so deep. Deeper than I ever imagined anyone could be.
“No one else,” he growls, and there’s possession in every word. “No one else will ever have this. Will ever have you. You belong to me now, Claire. Your body. Your pleasure. Your everything.”
“Yes.” The word is a moan. “Yours. I’m yours.”
He pushes in the last inch, and I cry out as he fills me completely. The stretch is overwhelming, but so is the intimacy of it. Alec inside me. Part of me.
He holds still, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine. “Okay?”
“More than okay.” I roll my hips experimentally, and we both groan. “Please, Alec. Move.”
He starts to thrust, slow and deep at first, building a rhythm that has me seeing stars. Every stroke hits something inside me that makes my whole body sing.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, gazing down at me like I’m precious. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. My perfect girl. My good girl.”
“Yours,” I gasp. “Only yours.”
“That’s right.” His pace increases, and I can feel the pressure building, coiling tight in my core. “This pussy belongs to me. No one else will ever touch you. Ever taste you. Ever fuck you. You’re mine now, Claire. For good.”
The possessiveness in his voice sends me spiraling. I claw at his back, pulling him closer, deeper.
“Alec, I’m close—”
“Give it to me, darling. Come on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart.”
I shatter, crying out his name as my pussy clamps down around him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, so intense I can barely breathe.
“Fuck, that’s it.” Alec’s hips piston faster, chasing his own release. “So fucking perfect. Squeezing me so tight. I’m going to—Claire, I should pull out—”
“No.” I wrap my legs around him, locking him in place. “Stay. I want to feel you. Please.”
His eyes blaze. “You want me to come inside you? Fill up this virgin pussy with my cum?”
“Yes.” The word is shameless. Desperate. “Please, Alec. I need it.”
“Christ, Claire.” His rhythm stutters, his cock swelling inside me. “You’re going to ruin me, you know that? Absolutely fucking destroy me.”
“Good.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Then we’ll be ruined together.”
That’s what breaks him. Alec buries himself to the hilt and groans, long and low, as he spills inside me. I feel every pulse of his release, warm and claiming, and it triggers another orgasm that leaves me boneless.
We stay like that for a long moment, tangled together, breathing hard. Then Alec rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m sprawled across his chest with his cock still warm inside me.
Neither of us speaks. We don’t need to.
I press my ear to his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. His hand strokes up and down my spine, slow and soothing.
Something has shifted between us. I can feel it in the air, in the way he holds me, in the ache behind my ribs that has nothing to do with physical satisfaction.
This isn’t just sex. This isn’t just attraction or adrenaline or two people clinging to each other in the middle of chaos.
This is more.