Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

I can’t believe I said that to him.

I’d never said that to anyone…… ever.

Did I love him?

I loved elements of him but could I love all of him?

Was my emotional outburst really about being relieved that my experiment had seemed to bring about the result I’d hoped for, sort of, that even though it kind of backfired a little, that I’d pulled a reaction out of him that told me that maybe I could get and keep this under control?

Me in control, controlling the control freak by knowing how to handle him, what to give him.

Or was I so relieved that I could do this because I did love him, I loved the possibilities of being in love, the moments of sweet, the fierce protection he’d showed me.

I didn’t know.

I just didn’t f*****g know.

He grunted my name and came inside of me and then we were both breathless.

He pulled me back up onto the bed.

Me on my belly, him laying on my back and then after a minute of kissing me all over my shoulders and the back of my neck, he rolled and took me with him so my back was against his front and kissed me on the earlobe, “I love you, baby girl. You have no f*****g clue how much. You mean everything to me. Everything.”

I glanced back at him and his eyes were closed but there was this look of bliss on his face.

Pure bliss.

The look on his face crushed me, sent emotion through me that I’d never felt.

I squirmed in tight against him, letting him comfort me and hold me.

I closed my eyes and heard that chorus in my mind.

I… don’t wanna fall in love… with you.

But I was pretty sure it was too late.

He had me.

f****d up as it was, I’d fallen.

And it might very well be the demise of me.

Azriel’ POV

I woke up to see Claire sitting in a chair staring out the window, wrapped in the thick hotel robe, her knees up against her chest and her hands around a steaming mug. She was blowing into the cup but staring out the window, looking deep in thought.

I can’t believe I said that to him.

I’d never said that to anyone…… ever.

I watched her for a long time before she glanced in my direction. When she did, there was a flash of something, was it regret, was it fear? It punched me right in the gut but then it disappeared and she got a shy little smile on her face. Was she putting on a mask for me or was she just torn up inside with conflicting emotions just like me?

I smiled and opened my arms wide for her. She took a sip, put the cup down on the table beside her, and then climbed up onto the bottom of the bed and crawled from the end of the bed toward me slowly, the sexy little smile growing bigger the closer she got. I’d opened my arms wanting to hold her close and snuggle her tight but okay, I could deal with this, too…

She climbed up my body and pulled the blankets down past my h**s with a sultry look on her face and then took my c**k in her hand and made sure it was good and awake, then straddled me and pushed it inside of herself. She took the robe off and threw it back.

She was still wearing my shirt from last night and only the bottom button was done up. I g*****d and undid it and then pushed it off her shoulders.

She closed her eyes and her lips parted as she took me deeper and then when she got me in balls deep, she took my wrists and pinned them above my head while rotating her h**s with me inside of her. I let out a little chuckle and she tightened her grip on my wrists and gave me this little warning look but then wrinkled her nose at me, then continued and closed her eyes and got lost in sensation. Her gorgeous t**s were over my face, I tongued a n****e. Seeing her like this was a beautiful thing to watch.

A few moments later her breathing got shallow, I’d gotten an arm free, and was toying with her clit while she continued to take my c**k. She tightened around me and then she started to tremble and shuddered her climax until she collapsed onto me, her mouth against my earlobe, her warm minty mingled with fresh coffee breath warming my face.

I turned over, putting her onto her back and took myself home with slow and deep movements, letting the inside of her stroke me until I fell apart.

Right as I was groaning out an ‘Oh, baby,” my phone started to ring. I finished and then I flopped onto my back beside her and ignored it and just caught my breath.

f**k, that had been beautiful. She curled into me and put her hand and cheek on my chest.

I got lost in thought for a bit, about last night, the best s*x I’d had in my life, about the last few days, and about this morning, her being so bold and taking what she wanted from me like that. It was f*****g sexy that she’d f****d me. I loved it.

I didn’t know whether she was being a chameleon and just trying to blend into her reality or if she’d started out playacting but was now morphing for me into who she needed to be for me, or what all this was but whatever it was, it felt real. Her words last night undid me. She kept undoing me. I didn’t know if we were both just evolving into who we wanted to be for one another. Maybe that was the closest way to describe it. Both of us struggling through this, waiting to see where our emotions would take us, trying to figure out how to be who we were and what the other needed at the same time.

It wasn’t like me to be all f*****g philosophical but I just knew that I loved her, that I wanted her, and that when she said she loved me after everything she’d been through because of me, it was like those 3 words ripped a layer of darkness that’d been around my heart and soul off like a Band-Aid.

How many layers were left was something that, I supposed, remained to be seen.