Clara’s POV
His fingers moved away, leaving me empty and trembling. He shifted back on the bed, pulling me by the hips until I was flat on my back, legs spread wide, knees pulled toward my chest. One hand held my thighs open while the other moved down, slow, knuckles brushing against heated skin.
No words, just breathing—his and mine, heavy and rough.
His thumb circled once with firm pressure that made my body jerk.
A low sound escaped my throat as he kept watching, studying every reaction. The slight curve of his lips told me he liked what he saw.
His head lowered and his mouth met my skin. One hot stroke of his tongue, and I bucked so hard his arm pressed down to hold me still.
Another stroke, slower, then started getting faster. Then he sucked me hard, and my thighs shook, my fing
