Chapter 214

Chapter 214
Clara: POV

I stepped out of the fitting room, my heart pounding in my chest.

The magenta dress hugged my curves in a way that made me feel both exposed and powerful.

Standing in front of Andrei, I nervously smoothed my hands down the silky fabric.

"What do you think?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Andrei's eyes darkened as they swept over me, his expression shifting from surprise to something more primal. He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching.

"I really shouldn't have let you try on that dress," he muttered, his voice so low I could barely hear him.

My stomach dropped. Did I look ridiculous? Was the dress too tight, too revealing?

I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment as I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could get a word out, Andrei grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the fitting room.

The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly the small space felt impossibly smaller.

Andrei spun me around, pressing me against the door, his large frame towering over me.

He pinned my hands above my head, his fingers wrapping around my wrists like iron bands.

I couldn't move; I even couldn't breath.

His chest heaved against mine, his hot breath fanning across my skin, raising goosebumps along my neck and arms.

"I shouldn't have let you wear that dress," he repeated, his eyes locked on mine, a mixture of threat and desire swirling in their depths, "because now I can't wait to see you out of it."

My breath caught in my throat. The intensity in his gaze made my knees weak. Was he serious? Here? In a public fitting room?

Before I could process his words, Andrei buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply as if drinking in my scent.

His warm lips began to trace patterns on my skin – licking, nipping, sucking.

I bit my lip hard, trying desperately to stifle the moan threatening to escape.

"God, Clara," he whispered against my skin, his tongue trailing up my neck, teeth grazing my jawline before sucking my cheek and leaving a wet kiss. "You have no idea what you do to me."

His free hand slid up my thigh, fingers inching toward the edge of my underwear.

"Fuck, Clara," he growled, his voice dropping an octave. "Are you trying to test my limits? You want me to take you right here, make you scream my name for everyone to hear?" His fingers brushed against my bare center. "No underwear?"

I gasped, suddenly remembering I'd removed them earlier and forgotten to put them back on in my haste to try the new dress.

The way Andrei was looking at me – like he wanted to devour me whole – told me I'd made a mistake.

"Don't ever do this in public again," he warned, his voice raspy with desire, "or I'll kill every man who dares to look at you."

In one rough movement, he yanked down one strap of my dress, tearing the fabric and exposing my breast completely.

I should have been upset about the expensive dress, but all I could focus on was the hunger in his eyes.

His hand roughly grabbed my breast, urgent and demanding.

I gasped, throwing my head back as he lowered his mouth to my exposed skin.

My body was betraying me, responding to his every touch. I could feel myself growing wetter by the second.

His free hand crept back between my thighs, fingers sliding through my folds, discovering the evidence of my arousal. "Fuck, baby. You're already so wet," he cursed under his breath.

He captured my neck with his other hand, turning my face toward his before crashing his lips against mine.

I was instantly lost in his intoxicating kiss, responding eagerly, a loud moan escaping me.

Andrei groaned in response, the sound vibrating through my body.

The kiss grew rougher, more desperate.

His tongue invaded my mouth, his teeth scraping against my lips.

I wrapped my hands in his thick hair, pulling him closer, never wanting this to end.

While his mouth consumed mine, his thumb circled my nipple repeatedly, sending electric currents through my body.

My legs trembled, threatening to give out beneath me.

Thank god Andrei was holding me firmly, or I might have collapsed.

His mouth moved from my lips to my neck, finding that sensitive spot that made me shiver.

He licked, sucked, and occasionally grazed the area with his teeth, making my core ache with desperate want.

His fingers slid inside me, and I couldn't suppress my moan this time. My body arched into his touch, craving more.

"Baby," he covered my mouth with his hand, his voice low and soothing. "Someone might hear. I love hearing you call my name, but we need to be quieter, okay?" His intense gaze locked with mine, filled with burning desire.

I nodded slightly, my body trembling with anticipation.

When he removed his hand from my mouth, I felt the loss immediately.

"If you want me to stop, just say it, and I'll stop right away," he whispered, a challenge in his tone as his fingers began to move inside me.

I gasped, my hands tightening in his hair as I pulled him down for another passionate kiss. I could feel him smile against my lips.

"Is that your answer, dear?" he teased, his voice thick with arousal. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" I gasped desperately, beyond caring about anything but the pleasure building inside me. "Please don't stop."

His movements became more deliberate, his expression turning dominant as he growled, "Hmm...I like hearing you beg. Beg me, baby. Beg me to make you come."

A hot rush flooded through my body, responding eagerly to his commanding tone. My body was completely his, ready to surrender entirely.

"Please, Andrei," I begged, my voice trembling with desire. "Please make me come. Please!"