CHAPTER TWO
Clara woke up to sunlight pouring through the half-open blinds. Her whole body felt heavy and strange. Every muscle between her legs was still remembered last night. She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow.
The sheets smelled like him. Pine soap. Warm skin and something darker. Her stomach flipped merely thinking of what happened last night.
It was a taboo and she knows it but who cares.
She was soaked again. The ache throbbed every time she moved. Her face burned when she remembered how she had cried his name. How he had licked her fingers clean like it was a normal thing. How he had guided her hands and also added his hands into her c**t.
A soft knock came from the door interrupting her thoughts.
“Clara?” His voice was low and calm. “Breakfast is ready
