Clara clung to him with abandon, her nails biting into the firm lines of his back, pulling him deeper, closer, as though she could fuse them into one. His name tore from her lips, broken, pleading, a cry of both release and desperation.
“Clara…” His voice was guttural, torn from somewhere raw, a sound that was both reverent and undone. He buried his face in her throat, breathing her in like he was drowning and she was the only air left in the world.
Their kisses grew rougher, more frantic, mouths colliding, teeth grazing, tongues tangling with the same hunger that drove their bodies. Every brush of his lips was fire, every press of his hand a demand she couldn’t deny.
The world outside ceased to exist. There was no ceiling above, no city skyline through the glass windows, no ticking of
