a dress. They’re scared of you, you know. So different, so confident. You’ve unraveled them just as you’ve done to me.”
I begin fucking her ass with my finger before slipping two more fingers inside her cunt. I don’t hold back as I roughly claim her pleasure. She’s practically crying as her body moves closer and closer to the edge.
“I love that little cry of yours. It sounds so helpless as if you’re begging me to rescue you. Do you want to come?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
She nods, and I curl my finger, hitting the spot inside her that sends her orgasm exploding from her. She drenches my hand as she comes on it.
I wanted more. Withdrawing, I bend and suck her clit into my mouth as her thighs protest from the additional stimulus. Before she can squirm free, I push my thumb inside her ass again, and she comes even more powerfully a second time.
I can’t stop, even as her legs clamp against me. Even as she pleads for me to. How can I ever give her up? “I need to be inside you.” I rise and yank the panties from her mouth. Bringing her to her feet. “Ask for it.”
She shakes her head, wobbling on her feet. “I…I can’t.”
“Wrong answer,” I say and unzip my pants.
“Too much,” she moans.
“Poppet.” I know she’ll take it. I know that she’ll take anything I give her. I’ll never convince her to run, which means that I’m going to have to force her to, and nothing I can to her body will be enough to push her away. I’m going to have to break her heart.
But first, I need her one more time. Maybe if I know this is it, it will somehow be enough. I stroke my cock along her swollen cunt. Her legs try to shift, but she keeps them closed. She’s battling herself—and losing.
I kiss her shoulder. I won’t force it. Not anymore. Not if it’s going to be the last time.
“I need to feel you, X,” she finally says, something foreign in her voice. “Your skin on mine.”
I understood what she meant. Not my cock or my mouth. She wanted me—all of me. The parts of me I’d only given to her. It’s the least I can do. But as I unbutton my shirt, I know selfishness drives my actions. I want this, too. I want to be with her, completely bared to one another, nothing between us.
Except for the whole world.
I draw her body up against me, pressing my skin to hers, giving her the parts of me that only she will ever claim.
“I want your cock. I want you to fill me,” she cries, and I groan, thrusting inside her, meeting no resistance in her slippery heat.
My hands slide across her, wanting to feel her. I grab her breast. I hold her to me. For this one moment, she’s mine, and I’m hers, and nothing can change that.
“I’m going to come inside your beautiful cunt.” I couldn’t hold out much longer. I needed to empty inside her, feel what it’s like to mark her one more time. “Christ, you’re milking me. You want me inside you, don’t you? You want me to pour inside your cunt, because you know it’s mine.”
“Only you,” she promises.
“Only you.” It will only ever be her. I know that, and the revelation sends my climax rocketing to my cock. I release inside her as she falls along with me.
When she crumbles forward, I catch her. Lifting her into my arms, I carry her towards the house, away from what might have been to what has to happen.
I carry her inside to break her heart.
Chapter Thirty-Six
I watch Clara wander around my bedroom. She pauses to survey a photo of me with my mother and Sarah. I can’t even recall where it was taken or when. Most of the memories waiting for me in this room feel as though they belong to a different man living a different life.
“She was beautiful.” Clara picks up a photo of Sarah on one of her horses. The photo was taken on the grounds. She must have been fifteen years old. Was that the last time she was here?
“She loved to ride horses,” I share, trying to remember the last time I saw her ride.
“What happened?” she asks softly.
I’ve been waiting for Clara to ask me about the accident since the morning after we slept together the first time. I know all too well how many