Page 155 of Frozen Flames

I want to fill this woman with my cum over and over and over.

I want to own her in bed and please her and succumb to her.

I finally lie down, and we kiss again, savoring every line of contact between our bodies. Her hair, her face, her entire body smells divine.

Feeling her tits against my chest is enough for my hardness to return, and I sigh in relief against her mouth.

“Relax,” Claire whispers in my ear. “Let me take care of you.” Her words affect me to my deepest core.

This is my future wife.

She kisses my lips, my jawline, my neck. Then she moves down to my chest and stomach before heading for my hard-on, kissing and sucking with her divine mouth. Eventually, she rubs herself against me as she moves to straddle me before sliding my hardness inside of her.

I’m in heaven even though in the back of my mind lurks the fear that something will go wrong.

But truly, I’m too turned on. So I focus on her chest in my face and the way her mouth parts as she moans and grinds with each and every thrust, knowing that everything she’s doing is going to send me over the edge.

She leans down, and we kiss again, our tongues colliding. “Harvey…you feelsogood,” she mutters before I kiss her.

My body is revived.

I’m powerful and free and weirdly at peace.

It’s as if she’s released all the dark, insecure energy within me.

I hold her by the neck, our eyes locking together. “Let go, Claire.”

I never knew that fucking could feel like this—this magical thing, this sense of belonging and unity. I thrust into her a few more times until she goes rigid with pleasure, and I follow right after, pleased that I didn’t mess this up.

I exhale loudly as Claire gets off me, smiling as she lies next to me. I stare at her, watching her catch her breath, watching every movement of her chest.

Our hands reach for one another.

“Claire…there’s something you should know.”

“Yes?” she asks, seeming satiated.

“I haven’t fucked…” Her eyes widen when I pause, and I sigh, eager to tell her the truth, yet scared to do so. “I haven’t had sex since the accident.”

“You and Gemma didn’t…since?” I shake my head in response. “Oh, my.” She swallows. “Well, that explains a lot.”

I snort. “I guess it does.”

“Why not?”

I scratch my five-o’clock shadow with my thumb. “Well, we tried, but I had a few bladder mishaps, and I couldn’t risk it. I was…too focused on what might happen.”

“I see,” she whispers, her mind no doubt in overdrive. “So the first time we had sex before our fight—”

“Was my first time fucking since the accident, yeah. And then tonight.”

“Wow,” she murmurs. “Why me, Harvey?” She turns on her side to look at me as I lie next to her, staring at the white ceiling above.

I shrug. “I didn’t want to fall for you. I wanted to hate you, you know. At the beginning, that’s mainly why I was rude to you at times. But then we spent more time together, and there was no pressure, and I wanted you—badly. Tell me what you’re thinking, Claire?” I ask, stealing a look her way.

I’m dying here, woman.

She bites her bottom lip. “I’m ashamed to admit that I feel prideful and possessive, like you were mine all along. At the same time, I feel sorry for you and Gemma, what you two went through at such a young age. There was so much to overcome. Honestly, I’ll probably always feel a little bit guilty about it…”

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