//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 me.

I was close, so close, the pressure building inside me 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. "Come for me, little bird. Let me feel you fall apart."

His words sent me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cried out, my back arching as pleasure ripped through me, 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 me.

"Spread your legs." His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them as he looked up at me, his eyes dark with hunger. "Wider. Let me 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 me, 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 me, tasting me, devouring me. I moaned, my hips bucking against his face, my thighs trembling around his head.

"I dreamed 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 me like you mean it."

He looked up, lips glistening, eyes black, beard wet.

"I always mean it, little bird."

And then he devoured me. His tongue worked me over, his fingers slipping inside me, curling, stretching, hitting that spot deep inside me that made my toes curl.

I could feel another orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside me.

"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 me, his tongue pressing harder against my clit.

"Come on my mouth, little bird."

His words sent me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a tsunami. I cried out, my thighs clamping around his head as pleasure ripped through me, my pussy clenching around his fingers. He didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at me, drawing out every tremor, every aftershock.

"Fuck," I gasped, my body trembling. "Casimir. Fuck."

He pulled back, as he looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"That’s the only prayer I need," he murmured, sucking my clit one last time.

"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 me off the crate, turned me around, and bent me 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 me. 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 me.

"Fill me," I gasped, my voice breaking. "Fill every empty space. Every hollow. Every part of me that forgot what it felt like to be whole."

His hand wrapped around my throat. His thumb pressed against the hammering 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 dome 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 me.

I looked wrecked. I looked claimed. I looked like I finally belonged somewhere.

"I’ve been dreaming of this," he said, thrusting deeper, slower, dragging against every sensitive nerve inside me. "You, bent over for me. The way you say my name like it’s the only word you remember."

"Don’t stop," I begged.

He tightened his hand on my throat. "I’m not stopping. I’m never stopping. You’re stuck with me, Clara. For as long as you’ll have me."

I met 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 me I thought he was going to split me in half.

"Casimir," I gasped, whimpered, cry and scream at the same time. "I’m—"

His hand slid around to my front, his fingers finding my clit. "That’s it, little bird. Give it all to me."

I cried out, my back arching, my head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure ripped through me, 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 came, his release spilling deep inside me. 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 me, pulling me upright. His cock was still hard inside me, still pulsing, and I could feel his heartbeat against my back, steady and strong.

We stayed like that for a long moment, 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 me. Then, slowly, he tilted my chin to side, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"Say it again."

"I love you," I whispered.

His eyes darkened, something primal flashing in their depths. "Again."

"I love you," I repeated, my voice stronger and louder this time.

He kissed me 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 time," 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 me 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."