A/N DONT READ IF YOU CAN HANDLE SMUT— 18+ only, mature audience only for this chapter. :)
Claire's POV
I'm ignited. That's not just a strange way of saying that I'm turned on- I actually mean it. I feel my fire coursing through my veins, rising to the very surface of my skin- trying to break free. I don't let it. I don't know what would happen if I let it run wild- Merlin always says that I don't know my true potential, and that scares me.
But this, this doesn't scare me.
Molding my lips and moving them in sync with Atticus doesn't scare me. It does dangerous things to me- and puts thoughts in my head; thoughts that I shouldn't be thinking. I turn around and face Atticus, not once breaking the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and lace my fingers through his crow black hair, tugging on it softly. A jolt runs through my lips as he bites my bottom one, I gasp for a split second- not expecting it.
What does it mean when we do things like this? Does it mean that we're together- or just souls mates with benefits? All my thoughts go away as he wraps his large palms on the back of my thighs and lifts me to the kitchen island counter. My towel threatens to fall off but with one hand I grab onto it and break the kiss. I open my eyes and watch him spread my legs wider and move in between them.
He slowly opens his glowing eyes and gives me a wicked smile- one almost too satisfied.
He grabs my hand holding the towel and brings it to his mouth, laying a soft kiss on it as my towel falls away to the sides. My face turns red- not in horror, but in a slight embarrassment.What if he doesn't like what he sees? I have a mole on my buttcheek that I call a beauty mark just to make myself feel better.
I try my best to ignore my insecurity as he lifts my chin with two fingers and our eyes connect.
"Beautiful." He murmurs huskily. My eyelashes flutter as he kisses me again- groaning into the kiss.
"May I?" He asks as I smile at him.
"I'm yours." That's all he needs for confirmation as he puts a rough hand on my bare breast, tweaking my pink nipple. I let out a whimper as his bulge presses into my wetness, and it almost feels too good to be true. I close my eyes just to feel his tongue latch on to my nipple as he plays with my other one. I shiver as he flicks it with his tongue- imagining it somewhere else. My fingers run through his hair, dragging him right back up to my face to kiss him. It's soft and quick, but sweet.
"Bite me." I say, eyes pleading. He stills for a moment, glowing eyes taking over my appearance, and he swallows. I can tell that he's having a difficult time not jumping to immediately bite- but I want to know what's stopping him.
"Please?" I beg- not knowing where this urge to be bitten is coming from- but within me, there's this raw, sexual energy that needs to be satisfied. I want to be bitten. I bite my lip and wrap my naked legs around his waist. Pulling him as close as I can get him and I lean into his ear. He's as still as a statue, not breathing.
"I want you." I whisper in lust- and that's what broke all hell loose. Three simple words that unleashed his carnal need to have me- the need that every nerve in his cold blooded body was fighting. I'm trembling- but not like when we first met. Not like In that alleyway. I'm trembling with a lust- a fire deep within my core wanting to be let loose like a wildfire, not put out.
He grips my waist and lifts me, I quickly wrap my arms and lock my legs onto him. He's walking somewhere, but I'm not sure where, I'm not paying attention. My lips are on his neck, sucking and kissing- feeling his large bulge strain on me and twitch. I'd never thought that I'd feel something so erotic- so exciting; but here I am. Ever since I met him, it's been a rollercoaster of excitement- but I'm happy with the thought of having that element in my life forever. No complaints here.
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