Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family 7)

Right, time to lay it all out. “No, it was an attempt to intimidate me. One of the older kids, Hank, bullied all the younger ones. He bit a five-year-old badly, then threatened everyone not to tell on him. I told on him. That was his revenge.”

Hank was the resident bully at the group home. The shrink who sometimes came by the group home tried to explain that some kids took out the hurt of being abandoned by lashing out at others. But I couldn’t be understanding, hard as I tried. No matter his background, he’d made the choice to hurt others. He kept making that choice. There was no excuse for that.

“Are you hurting?”

“No, it happened almost twenty years ago. It doesn’t hurt, just looks a bit alien. But if I’m on my back, you can only see my good parts, and you can’t accidentally touch anything alien.”

Blake’s gaze turns hard. Even with only the moonlight highlighting him, I can see the change. “Let me make one thing clear. I don’t want you to hide any part of yourself from me, Clara. Ever.”

He moves closer, almost half over me, and the skin-on-skin contact fires me up.

“I don’t want you to feel you have to hide from me,” he continues softly, trailing his mouth to my ear, then down my neck. When he nibbles at the hollow of my neck, I inhale sharply.

“I wasn’t hiding, just...okay, I was hiding.” Gathering my courage around me, I add, “But not anymore. Do you want to turn on the lights?”

“Don’t do it for me. Only if you want to.”

“Those are some fine muscles you have there, Bennett. I want to lick up every one of those excellent lines. It’d be a pity not to admire them at the same time.”

Blake moves to the light switch and back so fast I have to bite back a smile. Once he’s in bed, I climb over him, intending to make good on my promise. I start with his pecs, slowly working my way down licking, and touching and licking some more. Blake grips my hair, pressing his finger pads slightly against my scalp. When I lick his erection from the tip to the base, he jolts into a sitting position, pulling me right into his lap. I land with my opening right above his pelvic bone. I shudder, because my clit got a good shake in the process too. I’m dripping, which he can feel.

“Your turn.”

“But I wasn’t done.”

“If you continue, I’ll lose control, and I promised I’d take my time. I don’t break my promises.

He lays me on my back, climbing over me, and sweet heavens, the things he does to me. His mouth is everywhere, as are his hands. On my breasts, sucking my nipples—twisting my them, just enough that there is no pain, just pleasure. He descends all the way to my navel, then lower still, completely ignoring my soaked slit. The bastard. He makes it all the way down to my ankles before going back up, kissing inch by inch. I’m ready to break out of my skin, but I can tell he isn’t done.

He’s right above me when he commands, “Turn over.”

I’m so turned on and I trust him so deeply that I do as he says the very next second, fighting the age-old fear of rejection, drowning the self-doubt. I’m completely still as I lie on my stomach, listening.

I’m waiting for him to say something, but instead he does something completely different. He kisses me right there, on that skin that is proof of less happier years. The only part of me I felt compelled to keep out of sight. He touches and kisses, and not only accepts that part of me but embraces it. Soon he moves to other parts, and as he kisses up my spine, my limbs relax, every last wisp of nervousness melting.

He pulls away, parting my legs. Anticipation courses through me, and I turn slightly so I can see what he’s up to.

“Don’t turn. Don’t look. Just feel.” His voice is so strong and commanding; it sends a white-hot tingle right to my clit. I rest my head back on the pillow, simply giving in to him.

Blake parts my thighs wide, settles between them. He splays his hands on my butt, his thumbs pressing my folds together, his fingers pushing my ass cheeks together. When he swipes his tongue long and hard across the crack, my legs stiffen and my tummy contracts. I press my forehead against the pillow, breathing in through my nose. Then he parts my folds and ass cheeks, licking the space in between.

“Blaaaaaaaaaaaake.” Pleasure radiates through me like a shock to my system. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. He moves his hands under my pelvis, lifting me slightly so he can kiss better. With every swipe of his tongue, he brings me closer to the edge, until it feels like every nerve ending in my body is wired to my clit.

I realize I pushed the pillow away at some point and am now pressing my forehead against the mattress, fisting the bedsheet. I’ve never been on display like this. The sheer intimacy of this is too much. I’m going to implode if he doesn’t fill me soon. The need, the ache for him is unbearable.

“Blake, please.”

“I need to get you wet and ready, Clara.”

The ache intensifies upon hearing his voice. It’s in a lower octave than usual, husky and primal.

“I am ready! Please. I need you inside me.”

I’m relieved when the mattress shifts.

“Condom,” he says on a groan, in a tone that clearly indicates he forgot to bring any.

I have a small pack—housewarming gift from Penny. I reach for the nightstand, opening the drawer and retrieving the package, which I then hand to him.