Chapter 210

Chapter 210
Clara: POV

I was still trying to catch my breath from our kiss when I placed my hands against Andrei's chest, pushing him away slightly.

"We... we can't do this, Andrei." My voice trembled, betraying the conflict raging inside me.

Part of me wanted nothing more than to surrender to the desire coursing through my veins, while another part screamed about consequences and contracts.

Andrei's eyebrows furrowed in frustration, his blue eyes darkening with desire.

The morning light filtering through the curtains highlighted the strong angles of his face, making him look even more impossibly handsome.

"But why?" His question hung between us, simple yet loaded with implications.

I hesitated, my voice dropping to an almost whisper. "The contract... we can't do this. It violates the terms." I bit my lower lip and looked away, shame and uncertainty washing over me.

"We've already breached our agreement once in the hotel suite. We cannot continue to transgress further!"

The contract that bound us as fake husband and wife was clear: no sexual relations .

Each violation carried a two-million-dollar penalty. It was meant to keep things professional, to maintain boundaries.

Now those boundaries were crumbling, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to rebuild them.

"Fuck the contract; I don't care." Andrei said, his voice firm as he gently lifted my chin with his fingers, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. "If you're worried about the penalty, I'll pay it. Every single one. So don't worry, honey."

I gasped, unable to believe what I was hearing.

The casual way he dismissed millions of dollars was startling, even knowing how wealthy he was.

But it wasn't just about money—it was about what breaking the contract meant.

"That's insane, Andrei. Do you even remember how much the penalty is? Two... million. For each... violation."

The absurdity of it all hit me. It was Andrei Wilson himself who had insisted on adding these clauses. The same man who now seemed willing to throw millions away just to be with me. The irony wasn't lost on me.

Andrei sighed, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as his lips brushed against mine.

The sensation sent shivers down my spine, making it hard to concentrate on his words.

"How do I prove to you that I'm willing to face any consequences? You want me to transfer all my assets to your name, my love?"

My heart skipped a beat at the endearment.

It felt different, more intimate than our usual terms, and it melted something inside me.

Before I could respond, he continued, his knee gently pushing my legs apart, his body shifting above mine.

"Because I would sign anything for you... but... I want you now! Right here!"

His mouth captured mine, first gently sucking on my lower lip, then taking full possession.

His kiss was demanding, deep, and irresistible.

His hips moved forward, grinding against me, and I felt myself responding despite my better judgment. The thin fabric of my sleep clothes did little to hide my body's reaction to him.

I was drowning in sensation. Andrei was like an unstoppable force, a Greek god too sexy to resist, each movement pulling me deeper into his spell.

His eyes burned with desire, reflecting the fire building inside me.

His hands traveled greedily along my sides, caressing every curve.

My back arched off the mattress, seeking more contact. My fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer, our kiss growing deeper, more desperate, more hungry.

The taste of him was addictive, and I found myself wanting more—contract be damned.

I couldn't think straight. The contract, the penalties, the professional boundaries—all of it faded against the overwhelming reality of Andrei's touch.

His hand slipped under my sleep shirt, caressing my breast while his other hand gripped my hip firmly, pulling me against him, increasing the friction between us.

The heat building between my legs was impossible to ignore.

"I want you, Andrei," I breathed, my voice shaking with desire.

The admission felt like crossing a threshold, acknowledging what I'd been fighting since the moment I woke in his arms.

He pulled back briefly, his eyes dark with passion, then left a trail of wet, lingering kisses across my cheek, jaw, and neck.

Each touch of his lips sent electric currents through my body, making me tremble with need. The stubble on his jaw created a delicious friction against my sensitive skin.

We moved quickly then, desperate for each other.

Andrei stripped off my silk sleep pants and underwear while I pulled my sleep shirt over my head.

He then removed his boxer briefs, then reached for the clasp of my bra, removing the last barrier between us.

Our eyes locked, the air charged with desire.

Without hesitation, we lunged for each other, our lips colliding in a frantic, passionate kiss.

The feeling of skin against skin was intoxicating, and I marveled at how perfectly we fit together.

His hands roamed freely, exploring and claiming every inch of my skin as I did the same to him.

I traced the hard muscles of his chest, his shoulders, his back, memorizing him with my fingertips.

Andrei positioned himself between my legs, his body pressing against mine with commanding intensity.

I was already excited, ready for him, and our joining felt as natural as breathing.

Our movements gradually became a primal, urgent rhythm.

I couldn't hold back the sounds of pleasure escaping me, each thrust drawing me closer to the edge.

"Fuck! Andrei!" I moaned, the profanity slipping out unbidden.

"Yes, baby! Say my name, and I'll fuck you harder." He growled, his mouth sucking on my nipple, teeth grazing lightly.

The mixture of pleasure and pain was exquisite, pushing me further toward ecstasy.

"Ah! You're too rough," I cried out, though my body contradicted my words, arching to meet his every thrust.

The delicious friction was building toward something incredible, a peak I desperately wanted to reach.

"Take it, baby. Take every inch of me," he commanded, grabbing my legs and hoisting them over his shoulders for deeper penetration.

"Oh, God!" I whimpered beneath him, my legs shaking as pleasure built to almost unbearable levels.

His hand slid between us, finding and pinching my sensitive bud.

My body responded instantly, pleasure crashing over me in waves as an orgasm tore through me.

His mouth traveled over the soft skin of my shoulder and neck, leaving deep marks of possession, branding me as his.

Andrei didn't stop. His hips thrust more violently, his movements becoming rougher as he chased his own release.

His breath came in harsh pants against my skin, his muscles tensing beneath my fingers.

His mouth captured mine again, growling against my lips as he kissed me deeper, releasing himself deep inside me.

Only when we both needed air did the kiss break.

Andrei lifted his head, but his eyes couldn't leave my flushed face.

I opened my eyes, a satisfied smile playing on my lips as I looked back at him.

We were both spent and exhausted, but completely fulfilled.

His eyes were filled with love and a mix of emotions, and for a moment, I blinked, wondering if it was just an illusion brought on by the haze of thehead-spinning sex they just had. But the emotions in Adam's eyes lingered.