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“This is all you, darlin’,” I whisper encouragingly. “Use me. Take whatever the fuck you want. Whatever you need it’s fuckin’ yours, baby.”

CHAPTER 34

CLARA

I’ve never felt sexy before. Or beautiful. Or worthy. I’m sure it stems from the years spent with men who wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire, but I’m also not completely innocent. After I had Tommy, I started putting myself second like most mothers do, and even now, I’m lucky to come equal ninth with the long list of priorities I put before my own needs. But here, straddling Cole, with every flaw on display, the way he’s looking up at me, like I hung the moon and the stars and whatever else is up there, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. A goddess. And for the first time in my life, I have this overwhelming sense of unexpected confidence that I can feel all the way through to my soul.

When Cole was lying on top of me, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Like a heavy darkness was pressed down on me, sucking the life out of me. I could no longer see Cole, or those beautiful blue eyes. He was just a silhouette of a man and of course, my mind went tohim. All I could see was darkness. But here, like this, feeling exactly how much I’m affecting him—I’ve never been on top before, and I don’t know how he knew because I sure as hell didn’t, but this is exactly what I needed.

“Get outta that pretty little head and come back to me, darlin’.”

I blink hard, meeting Cole’s eyes and placing my hands against his hard, warm chest to center myself. Shifting my weight on top of him, I feel him right there where I’ve never been needier than I am right now, and I suck in a gasp.

He flashes me a knowing grin. “That’s it,” he grits out, his hands on my hips encouraging my movements. “You feel that?”

I nod, clamping my bottom lip between my teeth and stifling my whimper at the feel of his hard length, at the shock of metal grinding against my core, the sound of my wetness amplified through the silence in the room. It should be embarrassing, but it only spurs me on.

“That’s what you do to me, darlin’.” Cole’s hands skate up and down my sides, causing goose bumps to flare over my sensitive skin.

My breath shudders when I feel the ring at the tip of his length graze my sensitive clit.

Cole sits up, wrapping one hand around the back of my head and staring deep into my eyes with a look that is positively searing. Pressing his lips against mine, he breathes against my mouth with a rasped whisper, “Make love to me, Clara.”

Kissing him urgently, I reach a hand down between us, finding his dick and reveling in the groan that rumbles from deep in his chest when I wrap my fingers around him. He’s big. Thick and long. And sure, part of me might be worried, but I want him. More than I’ve ever wanted a man. Ineedhim.

Breaking our kiss only so I can shift up onto my knees, I stare deep into his eyes as I blindly position myself over him, my lips falling open when I feel his flared head notched at my entrance, and the cool graze of the ring.

Cole grips my hips almost to the point of pain. But it’s a good pain, biting my skin to remind me that I’m the one affecting himthis much. Ever so slowly, I sink down onto him, feeling not only the delicious stretch, but every piercing with each inch I take. My mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. The feel of him filling me causes my stomach to bottom out like I’m back on that roller coaster, only this time I’m falling in a dizzying rush.

“Fuuuuck,” Cole breathes out, his voice a low growl.

All the air in my lungs dissipates when I’m fully seated, and spots dot my vision. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever felt so overwhelmingly full. Every fraction of movement sends a jolt through me, sparking something long forgotten deep, deep down inside of me.

I wrap my arms around Cole’s neck, holding on because I fear if I don’t, I might fall apart. Moving my hips, a shudder curls through me, and I’m forced to bury my face into his neck to contain my sounds.

“Chrissake,” Cole drawls and his words mixed with his feral sounds only encourages me, and I move again, with a little more conviction.

“That’s it,” he grits, lips skating against my ear. “Ride me, baby. Nice and slow. Just like that.”

I lift my head, my dazed gaze finding his penetrative stare, and between the way he’s looking at me, the feel of his cock hitting me in a place I’ve never felt before, and his hands on my ass, gripping me and urging me, I arch my back and roll my hips.

“Jesus Christ,” he utters, his head falling back.

I lean forward, dragging my tongue up his throat, over the jutting curve of his Adam’s apple and moaning at the salty taste of sweat on his skin, mixed with something yummy and so quintessentially Cole. I kiss his stubbled jaw, pulling him closer to claim his mouth, my hips moving a little faster, a little more urgent, my clit grinding against him with every thrust.

“Fuck, Clara.” He groans into my mouth, jerking his hips up.

I whimper against his lips when I feel his cock graze against something deep inside of me, feel the occasional glide of the metal, it sends a wave of warmth through me, that telltale tingle beginning to spread through my belly.

“Ohmygod,” I utter, my breath catching in the back of my throat. Pulling back, I meet his eyes. “I’m so… c-close.”

“I know, darlin’.” Cole coos. “I can feel your pussy squeezin’ my cock. You’re doin’ so good, baby. So. Fuckin’. Good.”

He emphasizes his words with a thrust of his hips and between the feel of his dick, the look in his eyes, and the praise, my hips are moving hard and fast, eager yet sloppy, desperate.

“Cole,” I pant out.

“That’s it,” Cole rasps. “Come for me.”