Chapter 02
His mouth was fire.
Every kiss was a claim, every touch a punishment for the weeks we had both pretended restraint meant control. His tongue pushed past my lips with a growl, devouring me, until I could barely breathe. My back pressed harder into the bookshelves, the sharp edges biting into my spine, but I didn’t care—I wanted the marks.
His hands slid beneath the hem of my sweater, rough palms against my skin. “f**k, Clara,” he groaned, dragging his mouth down my jaw to the column of my throat. His teeth scraped the delicate skin, and I shivered, clutching his shirt like it was the only thing keeping me upright.
“You drive me insane,” he muttered, hot breath searing against my pulse. “Do you know how many nights I’ve thought about this? About ruining you like this?”
My bod
