Clara’s POV
The clamps made every thrust sharper, pain tangled in pleasure, flooding my system until I was dripping, slick, shaking. I didn't want to come but I had to, my body not caring what I wanted.
He knew it too, watching me with lips parted, jaw locked, fighting his own end because mine wasn't finished yet.
"Now," he said.
It hit like lightning, violent and high. I came with a full-body jerk, mouth open in a silent cry, the clamps snapping it tighter. My thighs clamped around his waist, my nails raked his back, but he didn't slow.
I screamed again, high and hoarse, nearly sobbing his name. His thrusts grew erratic, and then he locked his jaw, groaned low in his throat, and drove himself as deep as he could go.
Hot pulses filled me, his hips twitching, buried, his breath broken
