Chapter 13

Flora’s P.O.V

Hoisting my form on top of the kitchen counter, Clay wrapped his fingers around my nape in a possessive hold and crashed his lips to mine.

Sensations flooded my bloodstream all at once as I held onto his shoulders for dear life. It was so much more than just a kiss. It was passion leashed by bone-crushing will.

Clay was holding himself back, I could feel it. But was I really ready for all of him? As his hands moved down my sides, I felt my entire body quiver with need. It was like heat all over again, but this time, specifically for Clay.

His lips moved on top of mine, at first at a slow, lazy pace before both of us got impatient. Clay used his free hand to hold me in place as he wrapped it around my lower back. His lips were soft yet firm, with a hint of the chocolate cake that we’d had for desert.

I wonder what it would feel like to lick chocolate off of his lips…

“Flora…” It was a breathless moan coming from his lips as he broke the kiss, leaving me panting like I’d just run a marathon.

I felt heat pool between my legs as the scent of arousal sprayed the air. Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one turned on. Clay wanted me too.

“You want me.” It wasn’t a statement as Clay pulled back to look me in the eyes.

I knew at that moment that this was the time where I could make or break this relationship. If I took the plunge, I will become his, body and soul; but if I said no, Clay would back away immediately; because that was the kind of person he was, honourable and chivalrous.

“Yes.” I whispered, baring my heart in that one word.

The wolf took over Clay’s eyes as the gorgeous green was overshadowed by the gold. He lifted the hem of my dress up my legs, moving his hands up in a slow motion that made it clear he was giving me an out. I didn’t want out anymore; I wanted all in.

So I took the hem of my dress in my hands and pulled it up and over my head, successfully taking the dress off and tossing it to the floor. I was dressed in a pair of matching badge coloured panties and a bra underneath and I watched Clay’s eyes widen a tiny bit before he pulled me back in for another kiss with a grip on my nape.

This time the kiss was more than a little rough with a touch of possessiveness. His lips moved over me before he bit down on my lower lip, making me gasp. He took the opportunity to explore my mouth as his hands cupped the supple mound of my breasts.

I reached behind me to unhook my bra as even the soft cotton now felt aggravated against my skin. But when Clay’s bare hands touched my naked skin…it felt like liquid fire had spread through my veins.

Breaking the kiss, I threw my head back in a moan. “Clay!”

“Yes! Say my name.” He whispered hoarsely, drunk on desire. “I want to hear my name coming from your lips.”

He then replaced his hand on my breast with his mouth as he licked around one areola before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. A gasp escaped my lips as I pressed my thighs together to stop myself from becoming overwhelmed. Every touch on my body shot straight to my womanhood. It felt like all my senses were heightened, but only when it came to Clay. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, the build up of an orgasm.

However, Clay soon pried my legs apart to stand in between them and before I knew it, he used one hand to find the hem of my panties and then…he went in.

A scream tore through me as I bent forward to clutch Clay’s shoulders in a death grip. My entire body shook from sensory overload as Clay paused his fingers to let me adjust to the sensation.

I was panting hard as stars danced in my vision. A bit more and I would have orgasmed, but Clay had stopped all movements. One of his hands cupped my breast while the other was inside my panties, his knuckles lying against my womanhood.

Unable to resist, I moved my hips, rubbing up against his knuckles in hopes of getting a release, but Clay stopped me. Removing his hand from my breast, he wrapped that arm around my back, holding me to his chest as his fingers gently moved to part my folds.

I was so wet and ready for him that I felt embarrassed as his fingers entered me in a slow rhythm. He entered one finger to get me adjusted and then another as he began scissoring. And just as I was about to reach my orgasm once again, he stopped.

“Clay!” I screamed in frustration only to hear him chuckle.

“Not so fast.” He whispered in my ear. “I’m going to take this nice and slow until you feel just as crazy as I had been feeling this past week.”

He began moving his hands again, slower than before. In and out…in and out…

“Tell me what you want…” Clay whispered in my ear, his fingers moving oh-so-slow inside me, pushing me to the edge and yet not giving me what I wanted.

“Stop!” I begged, my voice quivering, my entire body trembling for release. “Please!”

And just when I thought he wouldn’t, he pulled his hands out of my pants and moved back in a way that told me he wouldn’t be touching me unless I wanted him to.

His shoulders were rigid under my palms as I tried my best to regain composure. But there was no longer escaping the fire he ignited. It was now running through my veins, making me ache all over. He was torturing me on purpose. He wanted to drive me crazy! Couldn’t he see that I was already half-mad with desire? Why couldn’t he just finish what he started?

“Tell me what you want.” He asked again, this time through gritted teeth and it made me realize that he was torturing himself too.

I reached my hands towards his pants shyly, at the visible rigid bulge, but he caught my hand before I could reach him.

“No.” It was a command. “Today is all about you. I want to taste every inch of you, stroke my hands through your hair, your body before I push into you. I want to make you cum over and over again, to make you scream my name until my scent is all over you.”

Oh…my!

“Then take me.” I pleaded. “I want you inside me. I’m yours.”

And that was when he lifted me in his arms and carried me to his bed.