Chapter 43.
Clara’s Pov.
Maxwell’s finger brushed against my wet p***y, the action sending sensation down my spine.
“You are so wet.” He moaned, his voice rough and strained like he was trying so hard to control every urge in me.
My back arched, and my hips jerked up to meet his fingers, body shuddering from the weight of every action.
I was wet? He said. Who wouldn’t be? With the way he had sucked my toes and licked my skin, who wouldn’t be wet?
Maxwell’s pleasure-filled gaze held mine, then slowly, he began to push his finger into my p***y, his action slow and gentle like he wanted me to feel every intrusion… which I did.
My body stilled against the bed, walls fluttering around his fingers as he moved the finger deeper.
My lips parted.
“Maxwell…” I moaned, breath hitching as h
