Clara’s POV
He settled between my thighs, eyes locked on mine, and the heat rolling off his body hit me harder than the fire in the corner. The room shrank around us, air heavy, suffocating in the best way. Every snap of the wood only made my pulse throb louder, pounding in my ears, rushing down between my legs where my p***y already ached, slick just from the way he looked at me.
He didn’t rush. His palms slid up my calves, steady, confident, until his thumbs pressed into the soft inside of my thighs. He spread me open, dragged me closer to the edge of the bed, and his mouth curved into that small, knowing smile that always made my stomach flip. I opened wider without even thinking, because there was no choice, not with him.
Then he kissed me. Not soft, not sweet—deep. His tongue drove
