Clairessa’s POV
My head spun as a mix of fear and excitement coursed through me; anticipation burned in my veins.
I made my way to the bed, my knees sinking into the soft sheets as I pressed my hands against them.
My thighs spread apart, revealing my warmth.
A chill ran through me. I was completely open, vulnerable. I was sure he could see how wet I was, my arousal glistening at my entrance, silently begging for him.
Instead of shame all I felt was an unbearable heat.
Then I heard the rustle of fabric—the unbuckling of his belt, the slide of his zipper.
A shiver raced down my spine.
I didn’t turn. I couldn’t.
I felt him before he even touched me—his presence, consuming, commanding.
Then—he was behind me.
His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping, pulling, forcing my head back
