//CLARA//
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, the moonlight carving his face into harsh planes.
"I wanted to drag you from the table. Throw you over my shoulder. Fuck you in front of all of them so they'd know—"
He stopped, his jaw clenching so hard I thought the bone might snap.
"So they'd know what—"
He didn't let me finish. He shifted his hips and drove his cock into me in one brutal, unceremonious movement. No preparation. No warning. He simply used his weight to impale me against the rock, cutting the air from my lungs and the words from my tongue.
My body was forced to accommodate him, the sudden fullness an ache that was immediately, overwhelmingly good.
"So they'd know you're mine," he finished, his breath coming in jagged hitches. "Even if you aren't. Even if you never—fuck—"
He pulled out nearly all the way and slammed back in, harder, my back scraping against the barnacles on the rock with each movement. "Even if you marry some goddamn prince."
