Chapter 205

Chapter 205
Andrei: POV

I noticed the zipper on Clara's expensive dress was stuck, refusing to budge despite my efforts.

Frustration mounted as I tugged harder, her body heat radiating against my fingers.

"Fuck it," I muttered, and with one decisive movement, I gripped the delicate fabric and tore it apart.

The sound of ripping silk filled the room as the dress gave way under my hands.

Clara gasped, spinning around with wide eyes.

"That dress was worth a fortune, Andrei! You just tore it like it was nothing?!"

Her shock only fueled the fire burning inside me.

My gaze traveled hungrily over her newly exposed skin, lingering on the perfect swell of her breasts barely contained by her lace bra.

My mouth went dry.

"Baby, if you want, I'll buy you hundreds of them," I promised, unable to tear my eyes away from her body. "God, you're so fucking sexy."

A blush spread across her cheeks, and I watched, fascinated, as her nipples hardened beneath my stare, pressing against the delicate fabric of her bra.

The sight nearly undid me.

I couldn't wait another second. I lowered my head and took one sensitive peak into my mouth, fabric and all.

Clara's reaction was immediate—her back arched as a strangled cry escaped her lips.

"Oh my God!" she moaned, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer.

I growled against her skin, lifting my head just enough to say, "No, baby. Scream my name."

I tore her panties away with the same impatience I'd shown her dress.

She didn't protest. If anything, her breathing quickened, her eyes darkening with a desire that matched my own.

My fingers trailed up her thigh, finding her wet and ready.

I slid one finger inside her, and she cried out—a loud, startled sound that was music to my ears.

"Ah!"

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," I whispered against her ear, feeling her clench around my finger. "So wet for me."

I grazed her nipple with my teeth while my hand kneaded her other breast, then switched my attention to the neglected peak.

All the while, my finger worked inside her, drawing out moans and whimpers that drove me wild.

Clara's body was responding to my every touch. I could feel her trembling, teetering on the edge.

When she finally came, it was with an intensity that shocked us both.

She cried out, her body shuddering uncontrollably in my arms.

I watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her completely lost in pleasure that I had given her.

My finger remained inside her while my other hand teased her swollen nipple, prolonging her release.

When she finally opened her eyes, I knew she could see the raw hunger in mine. My cock was painfully hard, straining against my pants.

"Baby, I need to be inside you," I said, my voice hoarse with desire.

I quickly unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down along with my underwear.

Clara gasped when she saw me, her eyes widening as they fixed on my erection.

She licked her lips nervously, a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and apprehension crossing her face.

Then I noticed the flicker of fear in her eyes, and it gave me pause.

Despite my overwhelming need, I had to be sure.

"Do you still want this, wife?" I asked softly, my lips brushing against hers.

"Yes," she breathed, her doubts seemingly evaporating at my touch.

I stroked myself, unable to help it, and noticed her gaze drop to where my hand moved.

The sight of her watching me nearly shattered my control.

Then a realization hit me. "Shit!" I cursed, frustration evident on my face. "I don't have a condom."

"I don't either," Clara admitted quietly.

I leaned in, my forehead against hers. "I don't want to stop, lover."

"Then don't," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Are you sure, angel?" I needed to hear it again.

Clara's eyes met mine, desire overcoming caution. "Very sure. Please, make love to me."

I kissed her neck, leaving marks that claimed her as mine.

Then I parted her legs, positioning myself between them.

Clara's body tensed as she realized what was about to happen.

"Relax, baby," I murmured, stroking her thigh soothingly.

I teased her entrance with the head of my cock, then thrust forward in one powerful movement, burying myself deep inside her virgin core.

"Ahhh!!!" she screamed, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her body adjusted to the intrusion.

I froze, shock coursing through me as I registered the resistance I'd just broken through. "You... were a virgin?" I whispered in disbelief.

Clara's face flushed crimson, a tear escaping from the corner of her eye.

She didn't answer, still dealing with the pain, but she didn't push me away.

I remained perfectly still, giving her time to adjust.

My hands caressed her thighs while I lowered my head to suck on her sensitive, swollen nipples, hoping to distract her from the discomfort.

When she finally opened her tear-filled eyes, she pulled me down for a kiss.

"Why didn't you tell me this was your first time?" I asked softly.

"Does it make a difference to you?" she asked nervously.

"Yes, baby," I answered, touched by her vulnerability. "Because now I want to make you feel amazing, worship you all night."

I moved my hips slightly, and she winced. "Relax, little dove. From here on, I'll only give you pleasure, nothing less. Trust me, sweetheart."

A shy smile touched her lips. "I trust you, honey."

Those words made my heart race.

I began to move slowly, my arm hooking under her knee to pull her closer.

Gradually, I increased my pace, thrusting deeper and harder.

Clara's pained gasps and soft cries transformed into moans of pleasure.

My movements became rougher, more powerful, and her body responded with equal intensity. I felt my release approaching fast.

"Baby, I'm going to come inside you," I warned, but Clara made no protest.

I thrust harder, faster, deeper, then stilled as I groaned her name, emptying myself inside her.

We held each other, breathless.

Then I shifted our position, guiding Clara to lie on top of me.

"Ride me, baby," I whispered, my hands guiding her hips in an upward motion.

Clara threw her head back, her body moving to my rhythm.

As I watched her face, something shifted deep within me.

I found myself thinking about the trust she'd given me and how perfectly she fit me, as if she'd been made for me alone.