Who was I trying to fool? Every cell in my body wanted him.
Dorian scooped me up and carried me to the bed. His eyes were no longer human—they were amber. He laid me down like something precious and untied the robe’s sash. I watched him, knowing resistance was pointless; he wouldn’t let me go. He licked his lips with a hunger that made my pulse race.
“Is this still you?” I asked.
“Yes, sunshine. Don’t be afraid. I promised—I won’t bite. Tonight I’ll be gentle. I owe you that. Relax, Clara. I can feel you burning.”
He peeled the robe back as if unwrapping a gift, then began to touch me, slow and deliberate. He didn’t rush. We explored each other carefully, and I’d never felt my body like that before. For a while I belonged to no one but him. His hands and lips drew waves of heat through
