Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

He scooped me up in his arms and kissed me hard. Then he popped me onto the bed and rolled me onto my belly and laid on top of my back, pinning me to the bed, holding my hands above my head while he nuzzled the back of my neck and then lifted my top and started to rain k****s up my bare back. It tickled a little so I squirmed. He must’ve liked that because then I felt his e******n poking me in the backside and then he started to really tickle me and I started to struggle. He flipped me onto my side and I caught his expression and the struggling seemed to wake something up in him and he let out a little “Rawr” and flipped me onto my back and pinned my arms above my head. His hands and eyes travelled up and down my body and then he started to undo his pants, holding my eyes captive in his gaze. I swallowed hard.

“Don’t move,” he warned, his expression looking deadly serious. My heart started hammering against my chest.

He pulled my already undone skirt the rest of the way down, smirking seeing I was commando. He kissed my h*p and worked his way over to between my legs.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

His tongue certainly knew what it was doing. I went off like a cannon in what felt like about 90 seconds. Bang, boom; holy s**t! As soon as I came, he rammed hard into me and grabbed me by the hair. I winced as it was a little painful and then he twirled me so that he was suddenly sitting with legs dangling off the bed and I was straddled, riding him. He grabbed my shoulders and looked me right in the eye, “Never leave me. Ever.”

I blinked hard and shivered.

“Because. You. Are. Mine,” he hammered into me with every word. I closed my eyes and I think I winced because he got my chin into his grasp and pulled my face forward and his nose was an inch from mine and he said, “Right?”

I swallowed hard. His eyes softened, “Say it,” he said softly but there was still an edge to his voice.

It was all too fresh. I wasn’t ready for this declaration. Nowhere near ready. I wasn’t remotely interested in playing

this

game. But judging by the look on his face, I needed to play it. I needed to play it and then move on from it otherwise the lovely day he’d organized for us would be gone to pot.

“I didn’t leave,” I whispered, chin trembling.

“Why?” his eyes narrowed.

“Because I didn’t want to. I told you I’d give you a chance. I meant it, Azriel.”

“You’ll marry me?” he asked, eyes narrow.

“Yes,” I answered.

He huffed and then pushed my shoulders slightly back so that I was sort of suspended in midair. He grabbed my legs and pulled me tighter to him so that he was driving so deep into me that it felt like he was hitting parts he shouldn’t be hitting.

“You can’t leave me, Claire,” it was more like a plea instead of a demand. There was something that looked a little like pain in his eyes.

I had nothing to hold onto, my abs were killing me. I grabbed at my stomach and he spun me around so that I had the bed to lie on and now he was standing up, pummeling me from standing, pulling my legs up, driving in so deep that I started to cry out but it was sweet pain and the look on his face was so sexy I would’ve swooned if I wasn’t already horizontal.

As he plunged into me he started tweaking my clit with his thumb, almost in a strumming motion and the heated stare, the sensation, and the feeling of him sliding in and out at that rapid pace all culminated in a loud m**n from me. But he wasn’t done. I’d come twice and he still wasn’t done. I was flipped back onto my belly, my a*s in the air and he climbed onto the bed and drove into me from behind. Ramming hard, fingers gripping my h**s, and then out of nowhere he made a low growling sound and a stinging slap rang across on my a*s. I jolted, dislodged him, and then he grabbed my h**s and rammed back in, eliciting a squeaking protest from me. He gripped my rear hard with his hand and I didn’t know if I loved it or hated it. His breathing pace changed and then he g*****d my name as he came. I collapsed face first on the bed under the weight of him collapsing on top of me. He stayed on top of me for a few minutes. The feel of his breath on my neck, of his heart pounding through his chest against my back, it gave me a weird feeling, a peaceful feeling.

He started to caress my head, then gathered my hair to one side and began running his fingers through it.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against my ear, “It’s going to take time for us to both trust one another. I want us to have a good day together. Still upset?”

“Not really,” I answered, but in truth I wasn’t sure how to feel.

“Did I f**k you into submission?” I felt him smile against my shoulder and then he planted a soft k**s against it.

“I think you might’ve.” I smiled back.

He rolled me onto my side and spooned me, “I may do that often, you know?” he kissed my ear and gave me a squeeze, “But you didn’t submit 100%, did you?”