Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family #7)(60)

"Mine. You're mine."

"I really like that label," she whispers, her eyes wide and uncertain, like she just confessed a deep secret. I meet her admission with one of my own.

"Me too."

She's still not one hundred percent sober because she wouldn't talk so freely. Despite being a chatterbox, Clara keeps her cards close when it comes to her feelings. Except after drinking. Lucky me. And I know exactly how I will convince my woman that she's fucking beautiful. I will show her.

I kiss her hard, tasting her frantically. I need her-now, all night. But I want to take my time and pace myself. Then again, I set that goal every time we're together, and I end up being rough and demanding with her. We're a tangle of limbs as we head to her bedroom, and once we're inside, I pull her to a wall, turning her around.

"Put your hands against the wall."

She does just that, and I lift her dress inch by inch until my fingers feel her soft and smooth skin. I skim my hands between her legs and she immediately splays them wider, giving me access. I drag my thumb along the scrap of fabric covering her entrance, rubbing her over her panties in a slow, lavish movement. Pushing her hair to one side, I kiss the back of her neck as I continue driving her crazy with my thumb. Her soft moans fill the silence, and I lower my other hand to cup one ass cheek. Her skin turns to goose bumps under my grip. I love how responsive she is to me. When I feel her soak through the fabric, I take my hands off her. She swirls around, eyes wide and pleading.



       
         
       
        

"Blake," she protests. I scoop her in my arms, drowning her protests with a long and hard kiss, and she laces her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. She tastes sweet, and for a moment, I consider simply kissing her the entire night. Then I lower her on the bed, and we share an accomplice smile before ridding each other of their clothes.

"Careful with the dress." She smiles up at me. "But don't worry. You can be rough with me all you want."

That smile is my undoing. My plan to take it slow just went out the window. Having her naked in front of me isn't helping my case either.

She flicks on the light switch at the side of the bed, and I love that there is no hesitation in that action. She is damn beautiful, every single part of her, and I'll make sure she knows that. I'll remind her every day and every night, worship her.

"That's it, I want to see you, babe. You're so damn beautiful."

Clara sits on the bed, and my erection is in front of her. She licks once across the crown, and energy strums through me, settling at the base of my spine. Then she leans on her back on the bed.

"You think you're the only one who can tease?" she asks.

"You can tease me all you want. But you don't make the rules, Clara. I do."

I move over her, and she spreads her legs to her side, opening up for me. I close in, fist my erection at the base, and slap one of her folds with it, then the other. When I push the tip over her clit, she digs her nails in my arms.

"You like this?"

"Yes. I like everything you do to me."

"Fuck, Clara. Grip the headboard."

"But I want to touch you."

"Grip the headboard," I repeat, and she lets go of me, doing as I instruct. "Good. If you don't keep them there, I'll tie you up."

Her eyes widen and her breathing intensifies. I pull back, lowering myself on the bed until my face is between her legs. Then I cup each ass cheek in one hand, pushing her ass high in the air until I have access everywhere I want.

I lick her from her crack to her clit. She digs her heels deeper in the mattress, her toes twitching and curling. Oh yes. I want to bring her right to the cusp before I slide inside her. I dip my tongue into her opening and feel the muscles in her ass contract under my fingertips as her inner muscles spasm around my tongue. She's gripping the headboard tighter, pushing herself on her heels like this is too much for her. I like seeing her like this: unrestrained, feeling and enjoying, reveling in the pleasure. Pulling away, I run my hands over her ankles, then kiss the same spots, first lavishing one leg with attention and then the other.

"You're gorgeous, Clara." I continue upward until I reach her navel. Her breathing is frantic, and I have a perfect view to her breasts moving up and down. Christ, she's a sight. 

"Let go of the headboard."

She obeys immediately, possibly thinking she's finally allowed to touch me. I have other plans. I flip her on her stomach and then kiss her everywhere, including her scars. Especially the scars.

"Every inch of you is beautiful. These scars right here, they just show you're brave, that you stand up for what you believe in."