Theo's POV
The moment her lips touched mine, every rational thought I'd maintained for weeks collapsed. All my carefully constructed boundaries, all my noble intentions—gone in an instant, reduced to ash by the overwhelming need to claim her, to erase any trace of another man's touch from her skin.
I had intended to remain in control, to be gentle with her after the trauma she'd just experienced. But the soft moan that escaped her as she pressed herself against me ignited something primal that had been simmering since that first night at the club.
"Claire," I murmured against her lips, still giving her one last chance to retreat. "Are you certain this is what you want? I won't be gentle with you."
"I don't care. I've never been more certain," she whispered, her fingers thread
