Clara’s POV
The taste of him filled my mouth, heavy, hot, sharp with salt and power. My lips stretched wide as I took more, inch by inch, my throat adjusting with each slow push of his hips.
His hands cradled my head—not tender, not cruel, but firm, claiming space and control the way an Alpha does when he knows you want to be taken. When you’ve proven that you can handle it.
I didn’t flinch when he pressed deeper. I breathed through my nose, felt the twitch of his c**k on my tongue, and pushed forward on my own, swallowing him whole. It wasn’t easy.
My throat fought him, gagged once but I didn’t back off. I held him there, let him feel the struggle, let him feel me submit to it, and then I did it again.
The praise in his voice when he spoke—rough and low—lit something inside me. Not
