Chapter 27: Claire: A Perfect Storm

*CLAIRE*

I open my eyes to find Nik staring at me. His gaze is molten.

I pant as the vibrations of what just happened begin to ebb. More, I need more.

*More, more, more.*

Breathlessly my fingers slide down his body, finding the front of his jeans. I growl in frustration when I can’t get the button unhooked fast enough. His hands replace mine, finding the button of his pants between us, and makes quick work of the metal. Between one breath and the next I have his cock free. I drag my hand up the hard, silky length of him.

He snarls, his hand on my waist tightening almost painfully as he yanks me closer.

I need him desperately. I need to feel him inside me, hot and hard.

My soaked center meets his erection, and I take another long pull of his scent as I line us up. Somewhere in the haze I can’t help but think how *huge* he is. I’ve had sex before, and none of those other males even came close.

His dark gaze bores into mine. “You're sure?” His voice is rougher than I’ve ever heard it.

Unable to speak, I nod.

“I need to hear you say it, Claire.”

I’m *more* than sure. My body is a live wire at this point, burning from the inside out. I need the release more than I’ve ever needed anything.

“Yes.” I manage to say, my voice breathless and more than a little pleading. “I’m sure.”

“Thank fuck.”

He fills me fast and hard. I gasp at the thickness of him— the sudden fullness. His hips press into mine as he finally bottoms out, and our gazes lock in mutual awe of the pleasure of whatever this is. Our movements slow as I adjust to the size of him, my mind swimming. His hands sweep over my sides and I arch against him. Suddenly I can’t take any more and I start moving. My body… it moves with his, through no effort or intentions of my own. He moves. I rock.

I moan, a desperate breathy sound.

*Gods, this is just what I need*. It’s relief and torturous bliss all at once. Like I’ve been falling apart and he’s putting me back together again.

The haze from earlier is quickly replaced by immediate need. Thick, wild, desperate, intense need. One of his hands slides roughly up my torso, finding my breasts. His thumb drags over my peaked nipple and I whimper against his shoulder, rocking into him harder. His mouth finds mine again and I can’t help my soft moan at the taste of him. Calm and powerful. And between his taste lingering on my tongue and the way he feels inside me, I’m a goner.

We move together, the fire between us burning hotter and hotter. One of his hands moves from my hip and dips between us to circle my clit. He drags his thumb over me, bringing my pleasure to an entirely new level. I cry out as I climax, tumbling over the edge. My fingers dig into his skin as I lose control on his cock. He snarls, chasing my release with his own as he fills me with his pleasure.

I lean heavily onto him as I slowly come down from the high. Our chests rise and fall rapidly together, one of his hands squeezing my breast possessively. The other is on my upper thigh, and his thumb is still pressed against my clit. His heat, his touch-- it feels better than anything I've ever experienced.

“Check in with me, sweetheart,” he murmurs in a rasping voice, his lips moving against where they’re pressed into my hair.

“So good,” I mumble, words slurred.

His chest rumbles with pleasure beneath my ear, “Good girl.”

My entire body reacts to his words, my channel tightening around him while I shudder. His eyes slam shut and his cock throbs in response.

I need more. So so much more. I feel like I should be slowing down after just having the two most mind- blowingly intense orgasms of my life —at least getting somewhat *tired*. But no.

The Heat has turned me into an insatiable monster.

All I can think about is how I want to taste him again. So, I do just that.

I turn my lips into his chest, running them over the impressive ridges letting my tongue slip through my lips and trace his skin. A breathless needy moan slips through my lips at the taste of him. *Gods he tastes so good*. Nik’s cock throbs inside me again, and he swears under his breath. I can’t make out what he’s saying but I can feel him start to get hard again from where he sits inside me still, so I’m assuming it’s *good* cursing.

He finally tugs the hair at the base of my neck. It's a firm tug, but not painful at all. He pulls my head back until my face comes up to meet his. His lips crash into mine, taking me in for another kiss. A kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. As the kiss goes on, my channel tightens around him in a chokehold. The bite he gives my bottom lip is the only warning I get before he thrusts all the way back into me again. If I’d had any doubts about whether he’d be able to start up again with me so soon, they’re definitely gone now.

I whimper, clawing desperately at the skin on his back as we pick up the pace again. *Yes, yes, yes.* He holds firmly onto my hips with his huge palms, keeping me in a position of hovering over his lap as he thrusts up into me at a brutal pace. The speed and power behind it is just what I need— the perfect intensity to take the edge off the raging fire.

The next orgasm comes out of nowhere, sweeping through me in a powerful release. My thighs shake from a feeling that’s so intense in its pleasure that it’s almost painful. Nik follows me over the edge, roaring as his own release takes him. I’m out of breath again from the intensity of it all, coming down from my high. Waves of post- orgasmic bliss pouring through me and I let out a happy, contented sigh. Nik’s fingers trail through my hair in slow strokes.

After a few moments, Nik surprises me by standing up from the couch in a single, easy movement. The motion pulls me with him. He holds me in his arms, my body pressed firmly into his and I wrap my legs around his waist to keep myself secured to him. I look up at him curiously.

“I think Vivian mentioned something about having a bath ready for you,” he says, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”