//CLARA//
His cock dragged against my walls, his hips ground against my clit with every thrust, his beard scraped against my skin as he kissed .
I was close, so close, the pressure building inside like a storm.
"Casimir," I whimpered, my thighs trembling around his waist. "I’m—"
"I know," he growled, his hand sliding between us, his thumb finding my clit. "Co for , little bird. Let feel you fall apart."
His words sent over the edge, my orgasm crashing over like a wave. I cried out, my back arching as pleasure ripped through , my pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
"Fuck, Clara," he gasped, his forehead resting against mine. "You feel—"
He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he pulled out, his cock pinned straight to his belly as he dropped to his knees in front of .
"Spread your legs." His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them as he looked up at , his eyes dark with hunger. "Wider. Let look at you."
I obeyed, my breath hitching as his gaze locked onto my pussy, my folds glistening against the moonlight. He groaned, his hands sliding up my thighs, his thumbs brushing against my slick entrance.
"What are you—" I started, but my words died in my throat as he lowered his mouth to , his tongue laving my clit.
"Oh, God," I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, my fingers tangling in the dark strands.
He didn’t answer. His mouth was too busy, his tongue circling my clit before dipping inside , tasting , devouring . I moaned, my hips bucking against his face, my thighs trembling around his head.
"I dread about this too," he murmured against my skin, his voice muffled. "The taste of you on my tongue."
"Don’t stop," I gasped, my nails scraping against his scalp. "God, don’t stop."
"I’m not stopping." His tongue dragged up my center. "I’ve been starving for you, Clara. A month without you." He circled my clit, and I bucked against his mouth. "Do you know what that does to a man?"
I fisted his hair, pulling him closer. "Then eat like you an it."
He looked up, lips glistening, eyes black, beard wet.
"I always an it, little bird."
And then he devoured . His tongue worked over, his fingers slipping inside , curling, stretching, hitting that spot deep inside that made my toes curl.
I could feel another orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside .
"You’re so sweet," he groaned, his breath hot against my skin. "A fruit I wasn’t supposed to touch. One I was ready to rot for."
I was so close, so close.
"Casimir," I gasped, my head falling back. "I’m—"
He growled, his fingers curling inside , his tongue pressing harder against my clit.
"Co on my mouth, little bird."
His words sent over the edge, my orgasm crashing over like a tsunami. I cried out, my thighs clamping around his head as pleasure ripped through , my pussy clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at , drawing out every tremor, every aftershock.
"Fuck," I gasped, my body trembling. "Casimir. Fuck."
He pulled back, as he looked up at , his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"That’s the only prayer I need," he murmured, sucking my clit one last ti.
"Turn around," he commanded. "I want to see your back. The curve of your spine. The marks I left."
Before I could catch my breath, he was on his feet. He lifted off the crate, turned around, and bent back over it. The wood was rough beneath my palms, the dust tickling my nose as I braced myself.
"You left more than marks," I whispered. "You left a hole in my chest."
I looked over my shoulder at him. His hands slid up my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine before pressing on my shoulder blades.
Without a word, he notched his cock at my entrance, the head pushing against my slick folds. I gasped as he buried himself inside . The position was different, the angle making him feel even bigger, even deeper.
"Fuck," I gasped, my nails digging into the wood of the crate.
"You’re so tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my shoulders. "So perfect."
He didn’t move at first, his cock buried to the hilt inside .
"Fill ," I gasped, my voice breaking. "Fill every empty space. Every hollow. Every part of that forgot what it felt like to be whole."
His hand wrapped around my throat. His thumb pressed against the hamring pulse beneath the hinge of my jaw. His chest pressing against my back. His lips found my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
"Then I’ll spend the rest of my life filling it."
His mouth found the curve of my neck, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that would bloom by morning. I wanted it.
My breasts bounced with every thrust. He caught one with his free hand, his palm rough, fingers pinching my nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until I gasped. He squeezed, kneaded, pulled. I arched into his touch, pushing my breast deeper into his palm, begging without words for more.
His hand on my throat tightened. Just enough to make my head swim.
"Look at yourself," he growled. His other hand slid from my breast to my jaw, forcing my head toward the glass do above us.
I saw myself in the reflection. Bent over the crate. My hair wild. My skin flushed. His hand around my throat. His body pressed to my back. His cock buried inside .
I looked wrecked. I looked claid. I looked like I finally belonged sowhere.
"I’ve been dreaming of this," he said, thrusting deeper, slower, dragging against every sensitive nerve inside . "You, bent over for . The way you say my na like it’s the only word you rember."
"Don’t stop," I begged.
He tightened his hand on my throat. "I’m not stopping. I’m never stopping. You’re stuck with , Clara. For as long as you’ll have ."
I t every thrust, pushing back against him, taking him deeper. My nails scraped against the wood. His thrusts grew harder. His grip tightened around my throat, his cock hitting that spot deep inside I thought he was going to split in half.
"Casimir," I gasped, whimpered, cry and scream at the sa ti. "I’m—"
His hand slid around to my front, his fingers finding my clit. "That’s it, little bird. Give it all to ."
I cried out, my back arching, my head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure ripped through , my pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release.
"Clara," he gasped, his mouth nipping at the side of my neck. "God. Clara."
I could feel him swelling, his cock pulsing as he ca, his release spilling deep inside . He stayed there, buried to the hilt, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.
"Don’t pull out. Not yet,"I rasped out. "I still want to feel you."
He wrapped his arms around , pulling upright. His cock was still hard inside , still pulsing, and I could feel his heartbeat against my back, steady and strong.
We stayed like that for a long mont, our breaths slowly evening out, the dust settling around us.
The moonlight spilled through the cracked glass, painting silver stripes across our skin.
"I love you, you know," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I should have said it before. Before you left. Before Felipe. Before all of it."
He stilled, his grip tightening around . Then, slowly, he tilted my chin to side, forcing to et his eyes.
"Say it again."
"I love you," I whispered.
His eyes darkened, sothing primal flashing in their depths. "Again."
"I love you," I repeated, my voice stronger and louder this ti.
He kissed like he was trying to crawl inside my skin. His hands fisted in my hair. I let him. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine.
"One more ti," he practically begged.
I smiled, my hands sliding up to the side of his face.
"I love you, you insufferable, infuriating, beautiful bastard."
He laughed, the sound broken and relieved. He pulled even tighter against him, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
"That’s my little bird." His lips brushing against my skin. "And I am utterly, completely yours to destroy."
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