The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

~CLARA~

I couldn't stop blushing ever since I walked into Alaric's class. Last night was amazing. It was better than amazing; there were not enough words to describe just how good everything felt between us.

However, I did notice that he pulled out of me just before his climax. I knew it meant that he didn't want to get me pregnant, and I should be thankful for that, but yet, for some reason, it made me feel incomplete inside. I wanted every part of him, including that.

It took a while to even get him to open up to me in that way; maybe it was possible that eventually, he would feel comfortable enough to be that close with me. . . Comfortable enough to want to have a baby with me.

I knew from Scarlett that it was something he'd wanted for a long time now. Throughout his entire marriage, he kept asking Nicole to have his child, but she always refused him. I want to tell him that I would be ready to have a baby with him any time that he pleased. If he asked me now, I would be willing to do it with him, not just for his sake but because it was something I wanted with him as well.

Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Whatever happened between us last night did not confirm that we were in any kind of relationship. Alaric never asked me to be his girlfriend or anything more than that. I had no clue what any of it meant, and I wouldn't know until he explained it to me.

His eyes weren't on me for the entire class, but I didn't let it bother me. I knew now that he wanted me, he said it with his own mouth, and Alaric wasn't the type of man to lie. He would never say something like that without meaning every word.

"Clara, can I see you in my office?" he asks suddenly.

What? Was I imagining those words from his mouth or did he really just ask me that question? This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

We were in the middle of class. Did he not think that this would cause an uproar?

All of the girls look at each other in surprise and agony. There he went, making every girl at the academy hate me because he was showing me more attention than the rest of them. Not that I was complaining; I was completely happy to have his attention. In fact, it felt amazing. But why would he choose now to ask me? He could have asked me after class.

I don't get a chance to respond when his gaze travels back to the rest of the students.

"Class is dismissed early today," he announces to them without a second thought.

Was it possible that he was calling me to his office to continue what we started last night?

Why was my mind suddenly so dirty? All I could think about now was having him inside of me. I could feel my cheeks redden at the reminder.

The second I make it to his office, I don't even have a chance to walk in properly. He grabs me by my waist and presses me up against the door.

"I'm sorry, Clara," he apologizes.

Why was he apologizing again? I thought we were over that stage.

"Sorry for what?" I ask, almost breathless.

"I couldn't control myself." He answers me. "I couldn't wait. I didn't have the patience to wait. I had to have you. I had to end class early."

"Oh." was all that I could say at first. "I thought you were caught up in the lecture today. You didn't look at me even once."

His lips are on my neck and chest before he says, "I had to keep my eyes away. If I allowed myself to look at you, I would have taken you right there and then in the middle of the classroom. No one would have been happy to see such a sight."

I practically gulp at his words.

I didn't think he wanted me this badly. It made my body instantly react to his need. The fact that he needed me this much only made me want him even more.

It was hard to explain the intense feeling in my chest.

He pulls my skirt down and spins me around so that my ass is now pressed against his pants. I could feel his arousal, reminding me of just how big he was there.

I cry out when he pushes into me without any warning. I wasn't even aware that he had unzipped his pants. I tried to stop the moans as he started to pound inside of me over and over again. The door shook with the force of each of his thrusts, and I wondered if anyone outside would notice.

However, soon enough, I didn't care about any of that. I was so drowned in pleasure that I couldn't care about any of that.

"Alaric," I moan. "It feels. . ."

I couldn't finish the sentence as another moan escaped my mouth.

"I know," he growls as he bites down on my shoulder while increasing his thrusts. "You feel—," he doesn't get to finish as he groans like he's in distress while pressing his forehead against my neck.

"You're fucking amazing, Clara," he tells me right before he pulls out with a roar. I felt his warm seed on my ass, covering it completely. I loved the way it felt, but I would have loved having every bit of it inside of me.

How long must I wait for him to give that part of himself to me?