CLARA could only whimper in response, her hips grinding against his hand. The feeling of his fingers, deep inside her, stretching her, filling her, was intoxicating. It was rougher than she expected, yet incredibly satisfying. He wasn't trying to be gentle in a way that ignored her needs.He withdrew his fingers, then brought them back, slowly, pushing deeper this time, his thumb still teasing her clit. Clara’s moans grew louder and even more urgent. Her body thrashed on the chaise, her pregnant belly jiggling with each movement.“You’re a beautiful, wet slut, aren’t you, Clara?” he whispered, his voice a low growl, his eyes burning into hers. “Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”The words, so vulgar, so demeaning, yet in this context, they were like a key, unlocking something wild and untamed within her. “Fuck me, Doctor,” she gasped, her voice raw with desperation. “Please, fuck me.”He pulled his hand away, and Clara cried out in protest. He stood, his eyes still locked on hers
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