Bellamy was captivated as he watched Clarke masturbate in front of him. The sexiest girl in the camp was pleasuring herself, just a few feet away from his throbbing, naked body and it took all his strength not to attack her and fuck her right then and there. He had wanted Clarke for so long that seeing her like this almost felt unreal, as if he was dreaming. "If I'm dreaming, this is one hell of a dream." He thought to himself.

Clarke squirmed on the ground with her pants around her thighs and her hands in her panties, almost gasping for air from the pleasure. Bellamy could tell that she was close to cumming, he had been with enough women to know; her moans were getting louder, and her breaths were getting shorter. Bellamy found his own hand working in time with her rhythmic gasps as he watched her cum. He hadn't even noticed it inching toward his cock until he felt his palm moving up and down his shaft. Bellamy could only imagine what her pussy felt like right about now, and his member throbbed at the thought.


Clarke slowly sank to the ground, sliding her wet fingers out of her pussy as her senses returned to her. Once she had caught her breath, she sat up, reaching down for her dirtied pants. But once her head was off the ground, she was frozen in place.

Bellamy was looking right at her.

She didn't even noticed his blatantly obvious erection, all she could see were his eyes, the eyes that were locked on hers. She had avoided these eyes so many times, but now she couldn't look away. They were black holes, drawing her in, no matter how far away she was. These eyes carried so much hurt, so much hope, so much power, and as they looked at her they were filled with something else, something she hadn't seen in him before. Her heart was pounding so fast, it was jumping out of her chest, pulling her along with it.

"Princess," His voice was so husky that it caught in his throat. "What are you doing?"

She didn't answer him, but his words seemed to break the spell that had kept them locked in place because Clarke stood up and took a few steps forward, leaving her pants lying on the ground.

What was she doing? Clarke didn't know. All she knew was that she wanted Bellamy, and that she couldn't hold back anymore. She found herself walking toward him without telling herself to, her hands pulling her shirt over her head as she did so. Her body tingled all over as Bellamy's gaze roved over her breasts, his eyes igniting fires along her skin. Clarke's mind had gone blank, there was no outside world, no other people, there was only Bellamy.


Bellamy couldn't breathe as this naked angel walked toward him. He had never expected this to happen, not with Clarke. Never in a million years would he have ever thought that Clarke, his princess, would stand naked before him, or look at him with that expression in her eyes. He also found himself walking toward her, his feet needing no guide. He had wanted her for so long that he could not control himself any longer. He broke into a run, reaching Clarke in seconds.

He didn't even think about kissing her, it just happened. Her ripe, luscious lips were his for the taking… why hadn't he done this before? His hands quickly traveled down from her face to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, breaking their kiss, and clung to him as he kissed his way down. Clarke lost all strength in her legs once he wrapped his mouth around her, so Bellamy lowered her to the ground while he sucked all her thoughts away.

Everything was going well until Clarke hit her head on a bucket, dumping the contents all over her face.

"Are you okay?" Bellamy brushed the wet hair away from her face as she rubbed the back of her head and coughed away the water.

"God," She coughed again. "Yes, I'm okay."

With their lust forgotten for a moment, Bellamy could look at her for what seemed like the first time. Here she was, lying naked in front of him, a blush on her cheeks and a glow on her skin. There were water droplets clustered all over her face, and they only added to her beauty.

"What is it?" She asked him after a long moment of open mouthed staring.

"You're just so beautiful… Princess." He gasped the last word, finally realized just how much love that one word contained. He had not realized just how much he loved her until this moment.

He leaned down to kiss the water from her temples, her cheeks, her eyelids, and loved hearing her gasps grow with each one. He hovered his lips over hers, breathing her breath, before giving her the tiniest glimmer of a kiss. She immediately responded, turning their light kiss into a deep one, pulling him closer.

As their kiss deepened even further Clarke wrapped her legs around Bellamy's waist and lifted her hips, causing both to gasp in ecstasy. Clarke's folds wrapped around Bellamy's cock, covering it in wet juices. She moved her hips up and down, causing him to growl and her to gasp.

"Bellamy," she gasped. "Fuck me." She continued to move her hips back and forth. "Fuck me now!"

I have done some editing to these chapters. Hopefully, you didn't notice the typos!

Part 3 coming soon! Wish me luck in finishing it.