CHAPTER 6: I MISSED YOU

*SILVAN POV*

After cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I walked back into the bedroom. Clara was still lying on the bed, naked and panting.

“I don't know if you missed me that much, but you're different tonight." She said, looking up at me through hooded eyes.

I climbed onto the bed, sliding my hands down to her ankles, and dragging her body toward me. Looking at her intently, while I spread her legs wide. "Can you go another round?

“Of course, Silvan,” she said, reaching up to thread her fingers into my hair. “I always have strength for you.”

I smiled, leaning down and whispered in her ears. “I'm not going to be nice this time and it might hurt a little."

I felt her shudder, "Silvan… tonight I'm your captive. Do whatever you wish to me.”

My eyes darkened with lust my cock was already hard again. “If you say so."

I shoved two fingers straight into her. She whimpered and threw her head back. I grabbed her by the throat, tight enough to make her look at me.

“Look at me,” I grunted, forcing her eyes back to mine. "I want you to feel every second of how I’m going to ruin you.”

“I'm all… fuck!!!” She cried out, her eyes widening as I added two more fingers, stretching her open.

Her eyes watered. I folded my fingers and pushed deeper, her knees buckled outward, her fingers digging deep into the mattress.

“Silvan! I… I feel… oh god!!!” I worked her hard and fast, tears rolling down the sides of her face, her hips twitched violently under my palm, but I held her still with the hand on her throat.

“Didn’t you say you missed me?” I growled.

She tried to answer but only gasped as I curled my four fingers and rubbed that spot inside her over and over. Her legs started shaking. A broken cry left her mouth when the first orgasm hit. “Silvannnnn!” Her walls clamped down hard around my fingers. I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting through it while she sobbed and shook.

“Too much– Silvan, please!”

“You said you missed me.” I pulled my fingers out, slick and shiny, then pushed them back in even harder. “Again.”

Clara’s whole body jerked. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She came a second time, louder, almost screaming, thighs trembling so hard the bed shook. I still didn’t stop until she was gasping and limp.

I pulled my hand back, reached for a condom on the bedside, tore it open with my teeth, and rolled it down my cock.

I grabbed her waist, flipping her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and pushed inside in one long stroke.

Clara screamed into the pillow.

I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and started fucking her deep and rough. Every thrust slammed her forward. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.

“Didn't you say you missed me?” I growled into her neck, my jaw tight as every thrust brought an unwanted image of Camille’s face into my head. “Show me how much you missed me.”

Clara’s body shook violently under the weight of my thrusts, her voice cracking as tears of pure sensory overload gathered in the corners of her eyes, but in my mind, every moan and every gasp was made by Camille.

“I miss you… I miss you!” she sobbed, holding the headboard for support while moving her waist to meet my pace. “I really… ah… really, really reallymiss you!!”

Her voice cracked on every word. I kept going, harder, deeper. Her body shook under me. She cried and moaned at the same time, the words spilling out of her like she couldn’t stop.

“I miss you… Silvan… I miss you so much—”

I reached under her and rubbed her clit with my fingers while I fucked her. She came again, screaming, body convulsing so hard she almost collapsed. I held her up by the hips and kept driving into her until my own release hit. I buried myself deep and groaned, emptying into the condom.

When it was over I stayed inside her for a few seconds, breathing hard. Clara was trembling and crying quietly into the sheets.

I pulled out slowly, disposed of the condom, and looked down at her. She closed her eyes, her limbs limp.

“No,” I said. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She shook her head, “no– Silvan, please let me rest a bit.”

“No rest for you,” I was wearing another condom, smiling. "lie down on your back, now."

She obeyed, I knelt down, grabbed her thighs and balanced it on my shoulder, aligning myself in her entrance.

Clara stared up at me with wet eyes, still shaking. But my mind was still on Camille, as I drove into her again.

“Fuck!” I growled. This night was far from over and I'm sure Clara knows that, I was going to make sure I fucked her till she can't walk again, I'll make sure for a month she can't open this slutty legs of her's for another man.

And as for Camille, she should enjoy the quiet week while I’m gone. Because when I get back... the real game starts.