Clank!

Clara’s door slid open as Damian stepped in. The room was dark and unnaturally quiet, as though it had been abandoned, yet beneath that stillness he could hear it clearly... the faint, uneven tremor of her body as she shivered under the weight of her fever.

His heart sank.

Before his mind could even catch up, his body moved. In the next instant, he became nothing more than a blur, reappearing at the foot of her bed, his gaze fixed on the fragile figure curled beneath the duvet.

He did not hesitate.

Slipping beneath the covers with quiet care, he moved close and slid his arms gently around her, his hands finding her burning skin as he drew her into his chest.

Clara was too consumed by the fever to notice his arrival. The sudden warmth startled her, her body jolting instinctively, but then she caught it... his scent.

"Damian?" she muttered weakly, her voice barely more than a breath.

Almost immediately, something shifted.

The biting chill that had gripped her began to recede, replaced by a steady, comforting warmth. The ache in her joints softened. The pounding in her head dissolved as though it had never been there at all.

Clara lifted a trembling hand to her face, her eyes widening in disbelief as she felt her temperature normalize.

"How?" she whispered, confusion lacing every word.

Behind her, Damian said nothing.

He simply watched her, his eyes clouded with hesitation.

The truth sat heavy in his chest, pressing against his silence. He wanted to tell her. A part of him did. But he knew better.

Clara was kind. Too kind.

He had seen it in the way she reacted to the smallest wrong, the quiet discomfort she carried whenever she stood too close to the darkness that surrounded him. If she learned the full extent of what he was... if she stepped into his world... she would be forced to accept things that would break her.

Things he was already planning.

The thought lingered, heavy and unspoken.

Clara was not meant for this life.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Damian asked, playing dumb.

In that moment, he made his decision. He would not tell Clara. Not yet. When the time came for him to leave, he would reveal everything. Whether she chose to walk away or follow him would be hers to decide. There was no need to shatter what they had now.

Clara turned in his arms to face him, their faces only inches apart.

"I don’t know... but I feel a lot better now," she murmured, disbelief still lingering in her eyes.

She was still trying to make sense of it.

"Maybe you missed me that much after we dropped you off," he teased with a soft chuckle, and Clara smiled.

"Maybe..." she whispered.

The next moment, she shifted, climbing onto him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her voice dropped, softer now, edged with something deeper.

"Now that you’re here... let’s do everything we couldn’t do on holiday."

There was a restless hunger in her, one she hadn’t been able to shake. Throughout the trip, she had spent her nights listening, aware of what she wasn’t part of, even when Damian stayed beside her. It hadn’t been enough. Not for her.

Even that morning, when she asked him to come, a part of her had still hoped he would stay close like this, illness or not. She wanted him, not just his presence.

Damian smiled, his hand moving gently through her hair, slow and steady.

"Oh... so you called me here just for sex," he said, amusement lacing his voice.

Clara didn’t deny it. Instead, she leaned back slightly, meeting his gaze with a playful spark before slipping off her sweater, revealing the bare truth of her intent without a word.

"Yes," she said lightly, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "I’m using you for sex."

Then she leaned in again, closing the distance, her lips finding his in a kiss that carried everything she hadn’t said.

Clara’s tongue plunged deep into Damian’s mouth, lashing left and right until it coiled around his tongue. She sucked it hard with fierce pulls. Her hands raced down his pants, unbuckled his belt, and yanked them down. His cock sprang up, thick and rigid. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

She sat up quick, ground her dripping pussy along his full length. Hands clutched her hair tight, face thrown back to the ceiling. Gasps came low and heavy, hips swaying consistent and energetic. Pussy juices slicked every inch of his cock shaft. Pent up horniness exploded in her motions.

She screamed loud, collapsed onto him, breath ragged in his ear. Hips rose, hand positioned his cock under her soaked pussy. Slowly, waist descended, swallowing every inch. Legs trembled per inch taken, gasps and moans poured into his ear.

Tongue stabbed into his ear, exploring eager while hips pumped up and down. Fresh from illness, Clara showed insane endurance, riding hard for a full minute straight, no pause, energy full throttle like life depended on it.

"Let’s have your baby," she muttered into his ear, brief peace before teeth nibbled edges and lips sucked the lobe.

Damian stayed silent, hands light on her waist, supporting her rise and flow.

He turned to meet her face, kissed deep, tongues battling in long lip lock. Kiss held until Damian’s hips thrust up hard as she dropped. Cum erupted instant, flooding her pussy like a rushing tap. Clara’s eyes widened at the hot liquid rush inside.

She shuddered violent. Damian leaned to her ear, whispered, "Get used to it. I will fill you up every single time until we have a little me in you."

He then kissed her ear light.

"If I am going to get pregnant, I need more of your cum in me," she muttered, sliding off his cock, laying beside him.

Clara stuck out her butt, raised leading leg slight. Damian took the cue, grabbed leg, lifted higher, slid cock into her pussy from behind, side by side.

Hand slipped under her, grabbed perky breast, fingers played with hardened nipple. Lips planted on neck, tongue licked her clean.

Hips swung slow, Clara’s light moans filled room. She grabbed his free hand, led it between legs, face turned with pleading look.

Damian got it, fingers rubbed her soaked clit. Each touch jerked her waist back and forth, voice spiked in moans.

Clara thrashed restless, body overwhelmed, gasping breaths. Damian’s teeth descended gentle on neck skin and her body jolted. Her hand reached back, grabbed his head, pressed it to her neck.

"Make me yours. I want everyone to know I am yours," she gasped in pain pleasure mix.

Damain’s bite strengthened slow over time, teeth tightening gradual.

Her moans got louder as his teeth clamped until blood taste hit tongue. Clara climaxed then, body trembling violent like convulsions, pussy clenched cock tight like boa on prey.

Blood strings ran down neck, liquid jetted from clit while Damian fingers kept playing it, cock fucked full force, extending orgasm seconds.

Her body eventually went limp, breaths heavy haggard. Damian kept fucking till burst inside, cum ran down shaft, jetted from pussy gaps.

He pulled her into embrace, cock stayed buried. Kissed head from behind.

"Can I stay in you a bit longer?" he asked.

Clara nodded slow.

"Please, stay in me as long as you can," she muttered between gasps.