Chapter 148

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Claire's POV

I shuddered on a moan. This was pure bliss. But at the same time, a torture. I was tied up, my legs parted, my breasts achy and nipples tight. I was splayed out, helpless, sweaty and trembling on the bed, while my ex-husband— the man I still loved and desired to have such a night with, was crawling and fanning his hot breaths all over my thighs and pelvis.

"H-hunter, pl-ple-please..." I cried for mercy, my voice coming out muffled as if I had a hand covering my mouth.

I felt him blow on my clít and a raging tide of impending pleasure washed over me. The shutters of my eyes came down with a loud moan as his tongue made the first contact with my pússy. His rough and calloused fingers held the V of the legs tightly as he kept them parted so he could dip his face lower easily.

My nails dug into my palms, the pain equivalent to needles piercing in my flesh. I could feel the need and excitement from the way he touched me, both with his mouth and fingers. And by calling him a