Chapter 215

Chapter 215
Andrei: POV

I pushed up Clara's dress, completely mesmerized by the sight before me.

Her pink, smooth center was so enticing that I felt my breath catch in my throat.

My mouth actually watered—a visceral, primal reaction I couldn't control.

"Jesus," I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away.

I hoisted one of her legs over my shoulder, my lips immediately finding her wet heat.

The moment my tongue made contact, Clara's entire body trembled.

I glanced up, watching her face as pleasure washed over her features.

The power I felt in that moment was intoxicating—more satisfying than closing any film deal I'd ever negotiated.

I took my time, slowly dragging my tongue through her slick folds while maintaining eye contact.

Clara watched me kneeling before her, completely focused on her pleasure, and I could tell the visual was driving her wild.

Her body was drenched for me, wanting me as badly as I wanted her.

When my lips finally closed around her swollen clit, she gasped, pleasure surging through her body.

Her knees weakened, and she grabbed my shoulders to steady herself, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to the sensation.

"Don't look away, honey," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. "I want you to watch... watch everything... watch how you come in my mouth."

Her eyes snapped open, darkened with lust.

I kept my gaze locked on hers as I continued to explore her with my tongue and lips, inhaling deeply, savoring her scent.

I took my time, deliberately teasing her with slow, calculated movements.

Clara could barely stand still. I skillfully pushed her toward the edge, the intense pleasure making her shake her head from side to side.

"Look at me in the eyes, Clara, while I'm eating you out," I ordered, my words dripping with desire, making her shudder again and pulling her closer to that dangerous edge.

Her breathing became shallow, her stomach tightening in anticipation.

I slowly inserted a finger into her tight channel, causing her initial discomfort that quickly transformed into intense pleasure.

She could feel every inch of me, and when I added a second finger, the fullness almost overwhelmed her, more of her wetness sliding down her thighs.

I maintained a slow, rhythmic pace with my thick fingers, watching her, making sure her eyes remained locked on mine.

"I'm going to add another finger, baby girl. Keep watching me, okay?" I growled.

Clara's brow furrowed in confusion, clearly feeling she was already at her limit, unable to take more.

"How... ah..." Her words were cut off as I slid in a third finger, completely interrupting her thought.

The initial stretch brought a sharp pain that made her tremble, but my steady movements soon replaced it with mounting pleasure.

She felt dizzy, struggling to adjust to the size of my thick fingers.

I lowered my head again, forcefully sucking her swollen clit, sending her over the edge.

Her body collapsed under my temptation, her orgasm washing over her, coating my lips and chin with her essence.

My fingers and tongue worked in perfect harmony, extracting every last bit of pleasure until the final aftershocks subsided.

I slowly withdrew my fingers, carefully wiping my face with a handkerchief, then gently cleaning the wetness from her trembling thighs.

Clara's legs gave out, and she fell into my arms.

I caught her easily, steadying her, then kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on me until she regained enough strength to stand on her own.

I adjusted her dress, grabbed her wrist, and led her out of the fitting room, quickly purchasing the dress before heading to the parking lot.

"This dress is ours," I told the sales person curtly, handing over my card.

I guided Clara to the exit, my security team forming a protective shield around us all the way to the parking lot.

"Get in," I commanded the moment we reached the luxury sedan, ordering everyone outside to look away as I helped Clara into the back seat, closing the door behind us and raising the privacy partition.

I pulled Clara onto my lap, my breathing labored. "I need to be inside you, baby." My body burned with intense desire.

Clara's trembling hands unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, taking hold of my erection.

She gasped at its size. She wanted me too—I could see it in her eyes.

She straddled my hips, slowly lowering herself until I was completely buried inside her.

We both moaned at the intense pleasure, heads thrown back before our mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss.

Our connection was primal, intimate, and emotional, filling an unspoken emptiness within both of us.

My hips thrust upward while Clara rose and fell on my lap. Suddenly, I couldn't help but ask: "Am I better than Daniel?"

Clara froze, stopping her movements. She frowned, "What?... What kind of question is that, Andrei?"

The desire in her brain was rapidly replaced by a sharp flash of anger. She seemingly didn't understand why I'd mentioned her ex at a moment like this.

She grabbed my shoulders, trying to climb off my lap, but my hands tightly gripped her waist, keeping her in place.

"I know I'm your first," I said in a low voice. "But I need you to know that I'm the only man who gets to touch you. If anyone else tries, I'll fucking kill them."

Clara fought back a laugh at my possessiveness, then pulled me closer by my collar. "I only want you, Andrei Wilson. No other man."

The realization hit her like a tidal wave—shocking yet inevitable.

Hearing what I needed to hear, something primitive ignited within me.

I changed our position, laying Clara on the back seat and hovering above her.

With one knee on the car floor and the other on the seat, I entered her wet core again, hard and fast.

The car rocked with our movements, the tinted windows fogging up.

We came together, shuddering and spent.

Clara felt me pulsing inside her and releasing, filling her with a deep sense of satisfaction, feeling completely connected to me.

I looked down at where our bodies joined, a complex emotion I'd never experienced before washing over me.

I seemed to have fallen in love with her.