Chapter 153 part 5
**Avery**
"You're mine, Avery," he murmured against my skin, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "And I'm going to remind you just how much you belong to me."
His words were like a spark, igniting a fire deep within me. I felt my Regina stir, the magic that flowed through my veins responding to Clint's dominance, his unapologetic claim over me. And as he began to remove my clothes, baring my skin to his hungry gaze, I knew that this night would be one of unbridled passion, of surrender and release.
Clint's hands roamed over my body, mapping every curve and contour with reverent touches that belied his rough exterior. His fingers traced the swell of my breasts, teasing my nipples to tight peaks before dipping lower, skimming over the sensitive skin of my stomach. I stood before him, trembling with anticipation, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as he worshipped my body with his touch. And then, with a swift, decisive movement, Clint swept me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he laid me down on the soft bed of leaves and ferns. The world spun for a moment, and then I was staring up into his intense blue eyes, feeling the weight of his gaze as he loomed above me.
"You're so beautiful, Avery," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "And you're mine. All mine."
I smiled, a slow, sultry curve of my lips that promised untold pleasures. "Then take me, Clint," I whispered, my voice low and inviting. "Show me just how much I belong to you."
Clint's eyes flashed with a fierce, primal hunger, and I knew that he would give me exactly what I craved. His lips crashed down onto mine once more, his kiss fierce and demanding as his hands roamed over my body, claiming me as his own. And as his fingers dipped lower to tease the sensitive flesh. The forest around us seemed to fade away, the only reality the two of us, our bodies pressed together, our desires intertwining like the branches of the trees above. Clint's touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across my skin as he explored every inch of me, his fingers mapping the contours of my body with reverent, hungry touches.As he pleasured me, he began to remove his clothes.
I moaned, arching my back as his lips trailed down my neck, nipping and sucking at my sensitive skin, leaving marks that would serve as a reminder of his possession. His hands were everywhere, roaming over my breasts, teasing my nipples to tight peaks before dipping lower, and his fingers slipping between my folds to find me wet and waiting. "You're so ready for me," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "So wet, so tight. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me, milking my cock with your sweet pussy."
Clint's cock was always a sight to behold, thick and veins pulsing with anticipation as he loomed above me, his eyes locked onto mine. I reached out, wrapping my hand around his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of him as I stroked him slowly, teasingly. He hissed, his eyes fluttering closed as he thrust his hips forward, seeking more pressure, more friction. "Tease," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "But I'm going to make you pay for that, Avery. I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, you'll be feeling me for days."
I smiled, a slow, sultry curve of my lips that promised untold pleasures. "I can't wait," I whispered, my voice low and inviting. "Take me, Clint. Show me just how much you've missed me." And with that, Clint positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes locked onto mine as he thrust forward, sinking deep into my wet, waiting heat. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me, stretching me, claiming me as his own.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a rush of sensation that left me breathless and trembling. Clint began to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, his hips snapping forward with a primal urgency that sent shocks of pleasure radiating through my body.
I met his thrusts with my own, lifting my hips to meet him, our bodies moving in a frantic, passionate rhythm that left us both gasping for breath. Clint's hands roamed over my body, grasping my hips to pull me tighter against him, his fingers digging into my skin as he fucked me with a fierce, unrelenting intensity. I was lost, drowning in a sea of sensation as Clint's cock thrust deep into my core, filling me, claiming me, marking me as his own. His name was a mantra on my lips, a desperate plea for more, for deeper, for harder as he fucked me with a fierce, unrelenting passion that left me trembling on the brink of orgasm.
And then, with a fierce, primal cry, Clint thrust deep, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his seed, marking me as his own. I screamed, my body convulsing as my own orgasm crashed over me, waves of pleasure washing through me as I shattered around him, my walls clenching and milking his cock, drawing every last drop of his essence from him.
As our hearts slowed and our breathing steadied, Clint rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so that I was cradled against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I snuggled into him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he held me close, his lips pressing soft, tender kisses to my hair. The forest was quiet, the only sound the soft babbling of the nearby stream and the distant chirping of insects. But as I lay in Clint's arms, feeling the warmth of his body and the softness of his touch, I knew that this moment was far from over. The passion between us had been rekindled, the connection between us stronger than ever.
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