Title: Breaking Chloe Sullivan

Summary: Her strength is intriguing him, her fire captivating him, but can she survive his interest? Lex decides it's time to find out, what exactly will it take to break Chloe Sullivan?

Shipping: Chlark Chlex mostly Chlark

Major Characters: Chloe Clark Lex

Author's Note: I am so sorry it has taken this long! I'm in the middle of schoolwork and trying to find paying work and writing a novel and yeah… life. Hope you enjoy.

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Previously:

Chloe

And she'd never looked again, deciding to forget her past and live for her future, the future and the life she was working so hard to build for herself. Until Clark had pushed and pulled and torn a hole through her protection, shattered what she'd had, reminded her of what she'd left behind as he forced his way back into her life. They were on the edge of a precipice, debating linking hands and jumping off together. Chloe wanted to just let go, to give herself to him, but would he accept her if he knew everything?

Clark

He was mad at Lex. For taking advantage of Chloe, for whatever it was that he'd done to her all those years ago. He was so angry with himself for not stopping all of these horrible things from happening to her… And then something inside of him broke open, overflowed, emotion that was overpowering, overwhelming and all consuming. And in this moment he didn't care about anything else except the fact that he was here with her.

Lex

There was a procedure he had followed for these situations, rules he'd given himself. But… this time he knew by heart every inch of skin on Chloe's body that would be violated… Always, he'd simply picked up his phone and made a call, knowing Chloe had to learn that lesson. But now… Now his justifications seemed flimsy and full of holes… He hadn't foreseen this, her still looking into her past after he had shown her that he was her future. It wasn't right. He had taken her, made her his, forced her to see that she belonged with him. He'd taken what he wanted from her until she'd decided to give it. She had broken! Hadn't she? Really it was all to protect Chloe. If she found out she would try to stop him, and he couldn't have that. But if he could keep her in the dark there would be no reason to silence her.

Ch. 22 Death and Desperation

Previous:

Emotions raced through her, halting her hands from undoing his belt, staying her mouth from moving to his, keeping her legs from tightening further around him. She was still angry with him for his reaction, mad at herself for what she'd done. She was frustrated with not knowing what had happened to her, having pieces but not being able to connect the puzzle. She felt sorrow, an ever present shadow in her life, but intensified by the things he'd said to her. It wasn't fair, he wasn't being fair, he didn't know.

Then there was the want, hot and thick in her veins. The need, pure and deep, tightened into a knot in her chest. There was so much pain, a needle prick here and there, memories that hurt like knives, or rose beneath the surface of her skin like cold acid that ate away at her.

But when he touched her, fire burned away the acid. When he kissed her, she forgot everything but the feel of his mouth and the taste of his tongue. His arms kept away the shadows and the dark and the memories. His hands changed her into someone else, someone who belonged with him, someone who wasn't broken and used.

She was still searching his eyes for an answer, a sign of what she should do.

And then he made the decision for the both of them.

Chloe was consumed by fire as Clark crushed her to him and covered her mouth with his, she fisted her hands in his thick hair and tightened her legs around him, moaning as she felt him push against her. Then his lips were on her neck and his fingers were digging into her thighs and Chloe was gasping, trying to catch her breath.

He sucked on the sensitive skin behind her ear, moved down to the base of her neck where her pulse was hammering in her veins. Any thoughts she may have had of pushing him away vanished in an instant.

Clark couldn't get enough of her, the feel of her body, the taste of her skin, the smell of her hair. He picked her up and took her over to the wall, easily shifting her small frame up so when he pressed her against it, his mouth sought the skin covering her collarbone.

Her moans flowed through his body like warm honey, intoxicating, thickening his blood, and still he wanted more. Desire welled up inside him, an ember that burst into a roaring flame. He wanted to make her forget that anyone else had ever touched her.

Chloe felt his teeth nip her skin and she groaned, feeling more heat build up between her legs. His mouth came back to hers and she kissed him back furiously, her hands grasping at his hair, his shoulders, his shirt, frustrated because the fabric was in the way of his skin. She pulled at it, trying to will it off of his body and all of a sudden he set her down on the floor, looking into her eyes and breathing hard.

He reached for her shirt, pulling it up over her head, and Chloe raised her arms up as he took if off. She brought them back down slowly as he dropped the unwanted bundle of fabric off to the side, trailing her fingertips down his solid chest, down his stomach, taking the bottom of his shirt and pulling up, reaching as high as she could and then allowing him to finish the job.

Clark released his shirt, letting it fall to the floor beside Chloe's. He stared at her, her pale skin contrasting the darkness of her jeans and her black bra. It was stark white against the darkness of her hair and, mesmerized, Clark reached for it, fingering the silky strands. He traced a design down her neck, over her collarbone, grazing the side of her breast, ending at her belly button.

Her body shivered beneath his touch and Clark felt a rush of pleasure knowing he had done that to her. He knelt down in front of her, his hands on her hips, pulling her into him as he pressed his lips to her soft stomach. Clark felt her flesh give, felt her warmth, and he tasted the skin above the waistband of her jeans, hearing her moan as he did.

Chloe's back sagged weakly against the wall, her hands resting on Clark's head as he sent electrical impulses through her body with every kiss, holding her hips out and within easy reach. She wanted to let him continue, softly and gently loving her.

That was all she'd ever wanted, just for him to love her. Don't be stupid Chloe, this is sex, not love. It was the argument she'd made with Lex, to protect herself. But not this time. This time she wanted to pretend, even if the façade would be torn apart after, for right now, she could lie to herself.

Clark was thinking about his next move. He thought about pulling her down with him onto the floor. He thought about taking her against the wall or on the counter, maybe on the kitchen table. Each image made him a little more urgent with his exploration of her body.

That wasn't what he wanted though. He didn't want her to think this was sex, he wanted her in all those ways and more but right now he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to kiss every inch of her skin, feel all of her, leave her exhausted and curled up in his arms.

Chloe was completely lost in what he was doing to her body when the phone rang. Clark paused his attack on her nerves, resting his forehead against her stomach while she twisted her fingers into his hair. She wanted to pull him up to kiss her, or follow him down to the floor. But every reporter's instinct she had was going off, klaxons and whistles and lights, telling her to get her phone.

She looked down and Clark tilted his head up to meet her eyes, and in that second she tried to tell him she was sorry. Then she broke away from him, crossing to her purse and digging out her cell phone.

"Hello?"

Clark stood slowly, heavily, feeling rejected and annoyed and frustrated. The sigh that left his body held all three emotions but Chloe didn't notice, she was facing away from him as she answered her phone. He could have figured out who it was in an instant, but he didn't want to use his super hearing to find out, he already knew.

He felt anger buzzing somewhere underneath the sadness weighing down his limbs, but he couldn't really feel it, not yet. It was numbed by the need still running thickly through his blood.

"Tell me what happened… Where? … I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Chloe hung up her cell phone and turned to face Clark, surprised to find him standing, leaning tiredly against the wall. He looked so unbelievably good shirtless and in jeans, his hair messed up and his dark eyes clouded. Mr. September is back… or December I suppose.

She steeled herself against his protests as she grabbed her shirt off the floor and pulled it on, grabbing her purse and coat.

"Clark I have to go."

Clark didn't say anything. A million different responses rose up inside him all at once. Where are you going Chloe? Don't go Chloe. Please stay. No you don't have to. I need you here. I want you here. Stay here with me. No, it's okay, I'll leave, he can come here. Why are you going back to him? Don't you want me? Stay the hell away from him!

But nothing came out, he just picked up his shirt and walked away from her, putting it on and bracing both hands on the countertop, his head hanging. He flinched when the door shut behind her.

Chloe had adrenaline rushing through her body like electricity, and as she waited for the elevator to take her down to street level she was standing still but every molecule in her was vibrating with an energy that threatened to tear her apart. She wanted to run back to Clark, back into the warmth and safety of his arms.

Her mind was overrun by thoughts she had no control over. Thoughts of Clark, of what they had been doing, of what they had been about to do. Thoughts of what that meant exactly. What it meant to her and what it meant to him and the difference. Thoughts of the past, of the depth of her feelings for Clark. Thoughts of where she was going and why. Thoughts of what that meant, of her role in whatever it was that had happened. Thoughts of what she was going to find out and who it was that would be waiting for her in the park.

Questions followed her out of the elevator and into the cab she hailed, they froze in the cold air and thawed in the heat of the cab's back seat, bouncing off the windows and the divider, coming back to hit her again and again. Why had he called her? What was Clark thinking? What was he going to tell her? What had made him change his mind? Was it just sex with Clark or something more? Was she finally about to learn something about the things she couldn't remember? How did Clark feel about her? What was going to happen now?

When they stopped at the park, Chloe paid the driver and got out, bracing herself against the bitter wind that cut through her coat. Focus Chloe. She looked frantically, walking quickly deeper into the park, her heels clicking on the pavement of the path.

There he was.

He was sitting at a bench, hunched against the cold, and when their eyes met she knew immediately that something was wrong. She went to him, looking at his distraught face, his red-rimmed, bloodshot and tear filled eyes. Oh my God. Something terrible had happened.

"Mr. Heath…?" The normal question would be, 'Are you okay?' but that was all wrong here, she already knew the answer.

"They're dead," he told her, fresh tears running down his cheeks.

Immediately Chloe felt a stab of pain and her heart went out to this man she barely knew. "What?"

"They're dead! My… my family… my wife and my-" He stopped, sobs shaking him, unable to continue.

"I'm so sorry," Chloe said, tears filling her eyes and choking her throat as she reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. She didn't know what to do, didn't know how to comfort him.

"My wife and my daughters are dead!" Anger and grief filled his voice, and she looked at a man who had lost everything, a man broken beyond recognition. "I never should've let you in the house!"

Guilt shot through her like buck shot, leaving holes, ragged at the edges, burning. "I… I'm sorry… I-"

"They burned the house," he sobbed. "Oh my God- " His face contorted in pain as he continued, barely able to get the words out. "They were in the – in the house when… when the fire started. I wasn't home… oh my God I wasn't home… and they… they're dead. Because of me."

Chloe was at a loss for words, she didn't know how to break through the barrier of his grief, his torture, and somehow help, somehow reach him. "I wish I'd never met that man," he sobbed softly.

"Mr. Heath I don't… I'm so sorry I-"

"But he's not going to get away with it!"

Chloe started at his sudden rage as he grabbed her wrist in a painful grip. "Who?"

"Lex! He's not going to get away with it anymore! The things that he's planning – you have to stop him!"

"What is he-"

"I can't talk here! I have to leave the country, he'll be coming after me." Roughly he pulled her to her feet, keeping her arm in a vice like grip as he propelled her down the path out of the park. "I put everything I have in a safety deposit box at this bank," he said, shoving a slip of paper into her hand. When you go there, tell them my name and then yours." Chloe nodded, desperate not to forget anything he said.

They were at the edge of the park and he released her arm, starting to walk across the street before turning quickly and rushing back to her. "Chloe," he said, and she stopped dead in her tracks, "make sure you tell them your real name."

And then he was gone, disappearing in the people that crossed the street and lived in this city, people that had no idea what he had lost, no idea what had just happened.

Chloe stood there, frozen, stunned that he'd known her real name, her mind stuck on that realization. When her thoughts began to flow normally again, she sent signals to her muscles to move and she got a cab, giving him the name of the bank and sitting back in the seat, trying to wrap her mind around what had just happened.

A woman and two little girls were dead. James Heath's family had been murdered. Because of her. Tears stabbed at her eyes and Chloe swallowed hard, forcing those thoughts away, she couldn't let herself fall apart right now, she had to find out what was going on.

She reviewed what she knew so far. James Heath knew who she was, possibly knew what had happened to her. He had worked for LuthorCorp, chances were Lex had been involved in whatever it was that she didn't remember. He knew things about what Lex had done, what Lex was doing, and that knowledge had led to his family being murdered. He wanted her to stop Lex.

Images of Lex drifted through her mind. Memories from long ago, when she'd been young, when she'd have given anything to be able to stay with him, when she'd thought of him as a friend. More recent memories, of the look in his eyes when he wanted her, the smirk that resided on his lips from his confidence in his control over her, the soft smile he gave to her the morning after she'd stayed the night for the first time.

She'd known that what she had been doing would eventually turn out to be a mistake and she'd still done it, not caring. She had needed him. And even after everything that she was learning, she couldn't bring herself to say that all of the things she'd seen in his eyes, heard in his voice, and felt in his touch were all part of an act he'd put on, a trap he'd set that she'd willingly allowed herself to become ensnared in. He cared about her.

But Lex was complicated, the things he did always had an ulterior motive, and she knew that, she did, she wasn't an idiot. Still, she couldn't help but be scared of what she was going to find out. She had slept with him for God's sake. They had been… what? What had they been? Lovers? The term felt right and wrong at the same time, but whatever it was that they had been or were to each other, Chloe felt like she'd betrayed herself.

Suddenly the taxi stopped moving, and Chloe realized they were at their destination. She gave the driver his money and got out, looking at the entrance to the bank. It looked so normal for a building that housed something so important, so crucial.

She walked through the glass doors, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for whatever it was she was about to do.

When he asked for her name, she gave it. And it felt rusty on her tongue. When was the last time her tongue had formed those sounds together in that way? Combined those consonants and vowels to form something so important. An identity. One she had left behind long ago.

The box held a briefcase, a plain looking, normal black briefcase. Chloe took it, saying thank you and leaving, catching another cab back to her apartment. Her fingers drummed the top of the case, but she didn't dare open it here, she would wait.

She practically ran through the lobby of her building, and when she caught a glimpse of the television residing in the corner, she almost fell flat on her face.

"-horrible accident," the perfectly pretty but somber reporter was saying. "The driver did not stop and the police are currently searching for the person responsible for this tragic death." Chloe's heart stopped as his picture appeared in the corner of the screen. "James Heath, a pediatrician, was pronounced dead at the scene merely twenty minutes ago. His family was-"

Chloe didn't hear the rest, her blood pounded in her ears, and she raced to the elevator, trying to catch her breath. He was dead. James Heath was dead. Less than an hour since she'd met with him. Only a day since she'd visited his house and now him and his entire family were dead.

Oh my God. What have I done?

Clark was out walking the streets of Metropolis. He'd left as soon as Chloe had, flying high above the city, listening for people he could help. He just needed something to occupy his mind, something to do, because every time he stopped moving, images of what Chloe was doing would flood his mind. He couldn't believe she'd just left him like that, left him as soon as Lex had called. They were probably back at Lex's penthouse right now, Lex probably had her in his bed, was probably touching her body with his hands, kissing her with his lips.

The very thought of it made Clark want to throw up. How many people had those hands hurt or murdered? How many lies had spewed from that mouth? How many people's lives had been destroyed by one order formed by the lips that were now tasting his Chloe's skin? It was so wrong it made his stomach physically hurt, made his heart tighten painfully in his chest.

And so he flew to New York to stop a fire, save the people trapped inside. He went to Beijing to stop a run away train. He went to London, stopped a bank robbery. Back in Metropolis, he stopped a mugging, stopped a robbery, and now he was walking, listening for something else to do, some other person to save because he couldn't save Chloe.

When he'd come to Metropolis, he'd come to make a difference. He wanted to help people, to change the world. There was only so much he could accomplish in Smallville. Flying around in the dark, doing good from the shadows, always hiding who he was, it was stressful, but it gave him the sense that he was at least doing something. If he was honest with himself he could also attribute his job at the Planet to Chloe. He'd felt like participating in something that had been her dream would somehow bring him closer to her, and it had, although not in the way he had expected. Instead of simply doing what Chloe had always wanted to do with her life, he had found her.

Clark sighed, looking around him but not really seeing the buildings or the people or the cars. He was lost in his thoughts, his memories. Did I find her only to lose her again?

There was this hatred building up inside of him, a fire burning black. When he had been friends with Lex, he had made excuses for the things he did, it was because of his dad or because of the circumstances or because he felt he had to. He'd believed there was good in Lex, if only people would believe in him, he could change, he could help the world. He'd believed that although Lex's methods were not always the best, his intentions were good.

How could he have ever been that stupid?

They'd grown closer as Lex had helped her search for Chloe, he'd listened when Clark had needed someone to talk to that wasn't his parents. But gradually they had drifted apart, and their arguments over Lex's actions and Clark's secrets became too much for them to overcome. But he had never hated him like this. A loathing that was eating away at his insides. He'd never had thoughts of killing Lex before this, he wouldn't even have entertained the idea. But now he could see his hands wrapping around Lex's neck and squeezing, until he could tell no more lies. He wouldn't be able to touch Chloe with those hands or infect her with his diseased words any longer.

But he wouldn't do it. There was a voice stopping him, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Chloe, telling him that he was better than that. I don't care. He was starting not to, it was starting not to matter if that would bring him down to Lex's level, because at least Chloe would be safe.

Clark shook his head, looking around himself, trying to figure out where he was and when he realized it he laughed in self pity. Without thinking about it, he'd come back to Chloe's building, he was right across the street from the entrance. You've got it bad. And he did. He was so mad, so unbelievably furious and still all he wanted to do was see her face again. Hear her voice, see her smile. Hold her in his arms, touch her skin, kiss her lips.

And then, as if summoned by his subconscious, Chloe appeared. She got out of a cab and entered the building, a black briefcase in her hand. Curiosity sparked before Clark could stop it and he found himself crossing the street.

He hesitated before getting in the elevator, hearing a news report about a car accident in the background as he tried to decide what to do. He wanted to go up and find out what was in the briefcase. He wanted to confront her about where she'd gone. He wanted to finish what they'd started before her cell phone had ruined everything. But on the other hand he wondered if he should just leave her alone, make her contact him if she wanted to see him. So much lately it seemed like he was forcing himself into her life when she didn't want him there.

Oh come on, you know better. Part of him did maybe, knew that Chloe had always cared about him, probably more than he'd ever acknowledged. But another voice told him that the woman he knew now wasn't the girl he'd known back then. That's just Lex talking.

Clark got in the elevator, making his decision. He walked to her door with determination, he was going to ask her where she'd gone. And after he made her tell him the truth, he was going to make her see that she did not belong with Lex, she belonged with him, and he didn't care what it took to prove it to her.

He knocked hard on the door. "Chloe!" The door was locked and he didn't want to break it. "Chloe it's Clark, let me in!"

When the door opened he started to say something and then he stopped. Her eyes were rimmed red, her mascara streaked, and her expression twisted in grief.

"Clark," she whispered, her bottom lip trembling and her voice like glass.

He didn't even hesitate, he shut the door behind him and encased her in an embrace he hoped would keep out everything that was hurting her. Her small body folded into his and he felt sobs begin to shake her as her fingers twisted into his shirt.

"Shh… shh it's okay." He heard anguish in her soft cries and he held her tighter, one hand stroking her hair. "I'm here, shh… I'm here."

He continued to hold her and croon sweet comforts in her ear until eventually she stopped shaking, and still he didn't let go until he felt her pull away.

She sniffed, stepping away from him and straightening her clothes, wiping away her tears. "Sorry."

"Oh my God Chloe you don't have to apologize," Clark said, frustrated, "Just tell me what's wrong."

Looking away from him, she wrapped her arms around herself. For a second he thought she was going to say no, and he was gearing himself up for an angry rebuttal, and then she said so softly he almost didn't hear her, "They're dead."

It was not what he'd been expecting to hear and it took Clark a second to respond. "What?"

"They're dead. James and Danielle and –" she stopped, covering her mouth, fresh tears glossing her pretty eyes. Clark reached for her again but she evaded him, backing away. "James and Danielle and Sarah and Elizabeth! They're all dead! And it's… " She looked at him with eyes so full of pain it made his stomach twist and wrench itself into a knot. "It's all my fault…"

"Chloe what are you talking about?"

"I went to him, I wanted to know, and he told me no but I didn't listen! God why didn't I listen!" Her cheeks were wet, her hands moving around wildly, wringing together, running through her hair, wiping away tears that were only replaced. "I just wanted the truth! I should have known better! He told me – Clark he told me! And I didn't listen! And then today and… God… I just… I just saw him… and now, now he's dead."

Clark was still trying to grasp what had happened but he latched on to one thing she'd said, and stupidly, he let it come out of his mouth. "You didn't go to see Lex?"

Chloe stopped, staring at him in astonishment, anger growing in her eyes. "Is that what you think? That I left to go see Lex?"

Hastily, Clark tried to back track, "Well I just-"

"People are dead Clark! They're dead! And you're wondering if I went to see Lex? How can you be so selfish! If you want to get laid go see Lana! Or find a hooker, but God Clark, get the hell out of here!"

"Chloe come on that's not fair-"

"Nothing is fair Clark! Losing your entire family isn't fair! It's not…" Her body began to tremble again and whatever it was that he didn't know overwhelmed her. "It's not fair…"

"Chloe…"

She walked to the living room and he followed, watching as she sank into the couch, staring numbly at the floor. "It's all my fault…"

Clark sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms. For a minute she relaxed against him and then it was like she flipped a switch. She jerked away from him, lurching to her feet and looking down at him.

"Chloe?"

"Why did you have to come back Clark! I was doing just fine without you!" It was like she'd stabbed him with a knife, and Clark flinched, hurt turning into anger as she continued.

Chloe had latched onto a thought and she couldn't let it go, because this, this blind rage was so much easier to deal with than the guilt that made it too hard for her to breathe.

"You just couldn't leave me alone!"

"Chloe what are you talking about?" Clark asked, standing to his feet, forcing her back a step.

"You!" she said, jabbing him in the chest with a finger. "You ruined everything!"

Clark went from hurt to angry in a split second, and he took her by the shoulders, wanting to shake some sense into her.

"If you're looking for someone to blame Chloe, why don't you go yell at Lex!" He watched her anger harden into something more defensive as she pushed his hands off of her. She was blaming him when everything, everything, was Lex's fault!

"He wasn't interfering Clark! He left me to find my own life! And then you come into the picture and everything goes wrong!"

"What are you talking about!"

"You're the one that convinced me to go digging into the past Clark!"

Chloe was practically spitting into his face and she wanted to hit him, she wanted to hurt him, she wanted to make him feel what she was feeling. She was destroyed, a wounded animal caught in a trap. She'd gnawed her own hand off to escape and now Clark had pulled her back into it.

"You used to care about the truth Chloe!"

"Oh come off it Clark!" she said, walking away from him.

He grabbed her by the arm and propelled her into the wall and she cried out in surprise as much as in pain. A look of remorse flashed across his handsome features and he released her.

"I'm sorry."

Clark couldn't believe that he'd done that, lost control and thrown her against the wall like that, he could have seriously hurt her.

"You're always sorry Clark," she said, venom dripping from every word.

And suddenly he couldn't take it anymore, the defensive sarcasm and the lies and the secrets and this hard persona she kept, a wall of protection around her. He wanted his Chloe back.

"God Chloe what happened to you?"

Chloe wasn't going to let him get to her, wasn't going to give in. She hadn't gotten where she was by being nice. He had come back into her life without an invitation, and with him he brought back all the feelings and memories she had worked so hard to get rid of. She wasn't letting him into her heart again.

"I grew up Clark! I moved past Smallville! I forgot about your precious little town and all your precious little friends! I had a life! And then you came here! And you had to fuck up everything!"

Clark slammed a fist into the wall beside her head and then he stopped, closing his eyes and taking a breath, and it made her even angrier that he was trying to gain control.

"Chloe, I know that you're hurt but-"

"Hurt?" she said incredulously. God he really didn't get it. "I am destroyed Clark! And it's all your fault! So get the hell out! Stay away from me! Go back to Lana, back to your –"

Clark cut her off with his mouth crushed to her. He swallowed all of her anger, tasted her pain, and felt her resistance. He was done talking. They were accomplishing nothing but hurting each other, and he was so sick of her throwing Lana back in his face. He hadn't thought about Lana since the last time she'd called him. All he could think about was Chloe, she was like an addiction that he'd come back to, and now he wanted an overdose. He wanted to drown in her and he didn't care if he ever surfaced again.

He bit her lip and then her neck, his mouth devouring her skin. He wanted her and he wanted her now, he was done waiting, done making excuses. She'd hurt him. And he was angry. He wanted her groans and her screams to erase the words she'd stabbed him with earlier. She didn't want to let him in, but he was going to make her.

A sudden flash of Lex's hands on her made him grip her tighter, he barely felt her pushing at his chest.

Chloe tried to get him off her, she wanted him to leave so she could pull herself together and figure out whatever it was that was in that briefcase. But she could not help the way her body responded to his, couldn't help the way her heart raced like a caged animal and the way he made her lose her breath as he gave her no chance for escape. His hands were on her skin, his mouth hit a sensitive spot that made her muscles turn to liquid. God she wanted this. She wanted him to want her like this.

"God Clark," she moaned, digging her fingers into his shoulders as one hand grabbed her thigh and hitched her leg up around him so he could grind himself against her. She whimpered as he pushed harder, his teeth sinking into her skin again. The fight drained out of her, and Chloe felt herself weakening as he moved his mouth lower.

There was something so desperate in his actions, and she felt her defenses crumbling.

Clark heard the ripping of fabric as he took off her shirt, pulling it hurriedly over her head. Then he grabbed wildly at her bra, jerking it off her arms. He pulled her down to the floor. By now he wasn't conscious of anything except the feel of her, the taste of her. His hands explored skin he'd never touched before, and his mouth sought her nipples and he reveled in her body writhing beneath him as his fingers finally figured out the button and zipper on her jeans and pushed their way inside.

Everything was hard and fast and he didn't even attempt to control his actions as he commanded her attention and her compliance. She'd fought him on everything, and right now he wanted her to want what he wanted. He was going to prove he wasn't the boy she'd known back in high school, and he was ready to do whatever it took to have her. She was going to let him in, he wasn't going to give her an option of saying no, he was going to make her want him, make her realize the way he felt.

Chloe had no control left, she couldn't do anything but react to what he was doing to her. She gasped and moaned and felt her body push into him and pull away from him and she clung to him because he was the only thing holding her down as the sensations threatened to carry her away. At this point she could think of nothing else except the way that he was touching her, and she didn't want to. Letting go, she pulled his mouth back to hers, tasting desire on his tongue.

And then there was no more logical thought, nothing except him, the feel of him, and the things he was doing to her that made her cry out. Helpless and wanting him, Chloe didn't fight anymore. She let him do what he wanted, as if she had a choice in the matter. It was all need, and now, and desperation and emotions and feelings that had been held back for far too long. Chloe felt her heart start to break open, felt Clark pushing his way back in, and she didn't want to fight him anymore.

So? How was it?