Thank you for subscribing to my newsletter! As promised, here’s a bonus scene from Alexander’s point of view. This scene takes place during CONQUER ME. If you have not finished the novel, I recommend waiting to read it because it contains spoilers!
Clara curled into a ball, drawing her knees into her stomach as her breathing shifted from shallow pants to deep inhalations. Snaking my arm under her hips, I drew her close and tucked her against me. I was fighting my own exhaustion, unwilling to sleep until she drifted off. But I knew that even then nightmares would plague her and I had no intention of leaving her for even a moment. Not after tonight. Not after Daniel had nearly taken her from me.
Fear tightened across my chest and I pulled her closer. I’d once been afraid that she would slip away from me. Now I feared she would be taken, especially since I’d lost control and admitted the one thing that placed her in even more danger.
I loved her.
It was selfish to admit it to her, even more so to admit to myself. Loving Clara only increased the pressure and scrutiny on her. On us. And I knew it would bring more than one enemy to our door. Tonight had only been the beginning. I was bound irrevocably to this woman, my life entwined with hers. No one could separate us without destroying us both. That was the price I would pay for this love. It would be a constant battle, and I would fight it.
Because I would not lose her.
I could not.
Soft fingers traced down my jaw, beckoning me back to her. To this moment. To this bed. To this love.
Catching her hand in my own, I drew it to my lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her palm. A silent reassurance to her. A silent promise to protect her. Her body responded, her legs uncurling to tangle around mine until our bodies were as woven together as our souls.
“You need to sleep, poppet,” I murmured against her delicate skin. Clara had been through hell, and then she’d borne the demands of my desperation to reclaim her.
Her head dropped against my chest and she kissed the curve of my pecs. “I need you.”
“Clara”—I struggled with my own furious need for her—“You’re in shock. I shouldn’t have—”
“You don’t get to blame yourself for this,” she stopped me. “What happened tonight wasn’t your fault.”
“No one will hurt you again.” It was a promise I shouldn’t make, because it was one that would be hard to keep. That wouldn’t stop me from devoting myself entirely to ensuring her safety.
“You’re the only one who can hurt me now,” she said in a quiet voice. “Don’t pull away from me. I can feel it. The distance. You wish you could stop loving me.”
Perhaps she was right, but it was too late. She had to know that. She had to feel the bonds tethering us to each other. And even though it would be safer for her if I could stop, that was as impossible as ceasing to breathe. There were a million reasons to redirect her—to redirect myself—from the physical hunger growing between us. But not one of them was more important than showing her how I felt—from proving to her my body existed only in service of her.
My mouth slanted to cover hers, my body shifting to possess her. Clara blossomed, her legs opening like the delicate petals under my heat. She was beautiful in her submission, at once fragile and strong. I caressed along the swollen seam between her legs, parting her folds to stroke across the velvet of her cunt. Her body arched in welcome and I slipped two fingers inside of her, my cock growing harder as her channel clamped greedily down on my hand.
“Your body understands,” I told her, my words thickening with lust on my tongue. “It understands that it belongs to me. That I know what it needs. That I know how to protect it. I’ve chosen you, Clara, and I’m a man of my word.”
A moan escaped her perfect lips as I fucked her harder with my fingers. “It will never be enough,” I continued as possessiveness overtook me. “Your body, your heart, your soul—I claim it all. You are mine. Only mine. I love you.”
“I…I…” Her eyes glazed over as she tried to speak, and her body tightened under mine. “I need you.”
I withdrew my fingers swiftly from her throbbing passage and wrenched her hips against me. My ass pistoned, thrusting inside of her until her fingers clawed into my back. I wanted to be deeper. I drove into her, relishing the anguished gasps spilling from her. I wanted to possess her totally. My hand hooked under her, lifting her ass so that I could plunge further. I wanted to erase everything but this—but me—from her mind.
“Oh God! Yes, claim me,” she begged as her cunt rippled over me.
I crushed my lips to hers, parting them roughly with my tongue so I could capture her mouth. She wanted me to claim her and christ, I would never stop. I couldn’t stop until she was full of me. Until she understood that she owned me as much as I possessed her. Clara’s body shuddered violently against mine, her head falling back against the bed as a scream of release tore through her. The sound of her utter abandon unleashed me and I erupted, filling her with my seed and marking her as my own.