Claire: The Forced Virgin Of The Billionaire

He waited.

“Please, Azriel,” I finally whispered and then he let out a breath and his lips touched mine tenderly, sweetly. He dipped his tongue in, his lips touched mine again, and he let go of my hair and gently caressed my cheek. Then he grabbed my chin roughly and I could see his jaw go tense and his eyes narrowed,

“What do you want?”

I was frozen.

“What?” he urged.

“You,” I whispered.

“You want me?” he asked, intensity emanating from his eyes.

I nodded.

“Say it,” he growled.

“I want you,” I said. And I meant it.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He seemed to absorb my words and savor them for a moment, then added, “Want me to do what?”

I sobbed and got my hands over my eyes. I couldn’t look at him. I was suddenly overwhelmed with something, I didn’t know what.

“Claire,” he said.

“Just whatever you want to give me or take from me.”

He gently took my hands away from my eyes and then kissed my eyelids. Then he lifted me up into his arms, grabbing my skirt and torn undies from the ground and carried me back to the barn. I buried my face into his shoulder.

He carried me up the staircase and gently put me on the brass four poster bed with a pale blue comforter on it. I curled into the fetal position and buried my face into a pillow. He got undressed and climbed beside me and then gently pushed me onto my back and got on top of me. He entered slowly and sweetly and brushed my hair out of my face, looked down at me with tenderness and kissed me softly. I waited for it to change to rough but it didn’t.

“You okay?” he asked, already deep inside of me, and the concern on his face, it gutted me. This wasn’t dominating Azriel, not the Azriel I needed right now.

“No,” I whimpered into his mouth, “Not sweet.”

“No,” he said, speaking into my hair, “Not this time, baby girl.” and then he kissed me on the forehead.

He lifted my legs up so that my ankles were resting on his shoulders. He kissed an ankle and then pushed deep into me again. He rubbed a hand up and down my leg, scraping his teeth along his bottom l*p, and set about a rhythm. Slow but deep, penetrating, almost but not quite punishing. This wasn’t exactly sweet but it wasn’t rough either. What was he trying to do to me? He asked me if I wanted rough or sweet but then he chose sweet when I’d asked for rough. Maybe he was just reminding me that he was in charge.

He pulled my ankles down so my legs could wrap around his waist and then started to rain soft k****s from my throat to my earlobe, over to my chin, then his lips landed on my lips and his tongue pried my lips open. After darting in, tangling with my tongue he leaned back an inch, “You’re mine.” He said.

I let out a little sob.

“Do you understand me?” he took my throat into a soft but possessive grip. His eyes were suddenly fierce. I gasped. His eyes searched mine as he plunged into me over and over, not breaking eye contact and I gulped and gave a fractional nod. When he came inside of me, let out a huge breath, and then collapsed on top of me.

I could feel his heart hammering against me. I let out a rush of air as if I’d been holding my breath. He rolled off me and then his hands were between my legs and he started working his fingers, working to get me off. In a matter of 30 seconds, he accomplished his goal. I arched my back and let out a loud “Ahhhh!”

Then I curled into him. I was emotionally and physically totally and utterly spent. He was stroking my hair, rubbing my back, raining soft k****s on me until I fell asleep.

** ** **

I woke up hearing music playing. I sat up. Azriel was sitting at the back of the loft, denim-clad legs dangling out the opened doors, a guitar in his arms. The sun was setting over the pond and the sky was a brilliant orange. The view was dazzling. Seeing his strong naked back and hearing the strumming made for an even more beautiful view.

I got up and threw my t-shirt over my head and off and on top of my skirt that laid on the floor beside my flip flops, which he must have gone and fetched for me, then I put his discarded dove grey dress shirt on, did up the buttons, then padded to where he was. I sat on the floor behind him, putting my legs on either side of his h**s so that my calves were over the edge, and I rested my cheek on his bare back. He continued to play and I recognized the tune. Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones. He played beautifully, soulfully. The sky, the sounds, the smell of the warm air, the smell of him, feeling his warm smooth skin under my cheek, I was inexplicably glad that I was here with him. I actually felt free for a moment. When he finished playing it, I recognized the next song as Iris, from the Goo Goo Dolls. It was one of my favorites.

Azriel’s POV

I knew it’d been brewing since before Mexico but today sealed it for me. I wanted her to want to be mine so bad I was willing to do just about anything to get her there. I wanted to take all the things that were f****d up in her life and erase them. I wanted to reboot our relationship.