Chapter 57 Persevere

Claire’s POV

I tried to reciprocate Colin’s kiss, imitating his actions as I caressed his body, my bent leg brushing against his waist by accident.

Colin's prolonged foreplay only served to ease my nervousness. I felt so tight that accommodating even a single finger seemed difficult.

With enough patience and skill, Colin waited until I melted into a puddle beneath him before he positioned his hardened arousal at my entrance.

“It might hurt a bit,” Colin said, capturing my lips in a deep kiss.

I was enveloped in his hot breath, lost in his tenderness with no will to resist. In a daze, I nodded, and Colin kissed me again, thrusting deep, breaking through.

Heat radiated through my skin, my breath alternating between sharp and drawn out, my voice pitched with pain, “It hurts...”

Colin seemed to know my pain, a complicated look flashing in his eyes, but he didn’t stop.

He didn’t silence my suppressed cries; they reached his ears, pitiful yet so vivid that they excited him. I saw the veins spreading across his hips and the arousal that entered me.

Gradually, the pain seemed to be replaced by a strange sensation. My body didn’t feel like my own, my insides aching and swollen, desiring an end to it all.

But I didn’t understand the weight of a man’s desire; Colin informed me that this was just the beginning.

I could see my own toes, curled up and tinged with a flesh-pink color, as uncontrollable low moans escaped repeatedly from my throat.

Colin's movements were gentle, yet I couldn't bear it; even the slightest stimulation was too much.

My climax came too swiftly, a flash of white crossing my mind, disorienting my vision for what seemed like an eternity before it faded.
Flushed and dazed, I gazed at Colin who returned the gaze, then suddenly, he covered my eyes.

I could feel his pace quicken as if he had released the shackles that confined the beast within him, and it was now unstoppable.

His control began to slip, as his arousal forged through the soft flesh within my warmth, penetrating to depths that frightened me.

I could even feel the sticky fluids being squeezed out, tracing down my thighs, leaving the sheets soaked and clammy.

I cried out, trembling, and then belatedly felt a wave of shame for making such erotic sounds.

"Don't cry," Colin coaxed, licking away tears from the corner of my eye, pressing my arched body back into the plush bedding. His kisses traveled tenderly from my eye to my lips, tracing the tear marks I left.
However, the movement below was ferociously at odds with his gentle acts, striking with force.

After having just experienced a climax, my lower body was incredibly sensitive, ill-prepared for such fervent lovemaking.

It felt as if every nerve ending was held in Colin's grasp, as I was thrust deep into the ocean and yanked back just before suffocating, over and over, between life and death.

My body tensed, my nails etching scratches down his back, broken moans escaped me, "Ah... please, be gentler..." I could feel my nipples swaying to the rhythm of Colin's movements.

Suddenly he lifted me up; my limbs felt like jelly, offering no resistance as I was seated directly downwards.

Too deep...

"Get out," I sobbed quietly, my legs stiffening, even breathing became difficult. I tried to get away, but the slightest movement reignited the debilitating sensations between the inner walls and him. Colin grasped my slender waist and pressed down.

The sound of trickling water subtly emerged; I bit down on Colin's shoulder with little force, a gesture more like spoilt affection than anger, "It's so uncomfortable, hurry and finish..."

"Then help me take off my shirt," Colin whispered persuasively. He was still wearing the black shirt that I had crumpled in my earlier fervor.

His gaze held an intense, scorching desire that startled and captivated me. Trembling, I began to unbutton his shirt, which he swiftly pulled off and tossed aside. With his hands steadying my waist, he began to move again.

I felt like I was going to fall at any second, clinging to Colin's body as waves of pleasure quickly built to a climax, reaching a peak. I arched back, positioning my chest at Colin's lips.

"How does it feel," Colin's voice was hoarse to the extreme.

I refused to speak while Colin teased and nibbled on my nipples, grinding firmly against his chest. I couldn't last a minute before I completely lost it.

"Make me happy, please!" I was scared of that sensation of my mind going blank, as if my soul had been knocked out of my body, yet when Colin stopped, a wave of emptiness swept through me.

Colin took my blushing earlobe into his mouth, his hand caressing the butterfly bone on my back, "It seems you don't dislike this feeling."
My face buried in the nape of Colin's neck, I gently nodded, but Colin wasn't satisfied with just that; he wanted to hear me say it.

I couldn't understand why he was so dominant in this aspect. If I disliked it, I wouldn't let him do this.

"Faster... go faster."