After he spoke, his lips moved from her cheek to her neck, his touch shifting from a fierce storm to a gentle breeze. Anyone who's been through such a whirlwind can't handle tenderness like this.
"Z..." Clara murmured as her spine arched slightly in response, graceful and delicate like a crescent moon. She wanted to turn around, but he held her waist so tightly she couldn't move.
Suddenly, everything spun, and they found themselves on the couch instead of by the door, his assertive presence making her heart race. Clara felt something cover her eyes—maybe a tie or a scarf.
The small lamp beside the couch flickered on, casting a soft, amber glow that barely outlined his muscular silhouette. She shifted her hips a bit, trying to calm the emotions stirring inside her.
His hand landed on her leg, tracing slow circles in a teasing manner. "Are you doing this on purpose?" he asked.
Clara's rationality flickered back just for a moment, but it quickly vanished as he returned to her. She had told him he could do what he wanted, and he certainly didn't hold back.
Her lips were caught in a kiss, desperately longing for air like a fish out of water, her eyes unfocused. His fingers playfully teased her lips, a smile tugging at his mouth. "So, you're not here to break up with me?"
The occasional intensity of his actions left Clara breathless, as she fought to regain some composure. "No, I never wanted to break up," she managed to say.
He gave her a quick kiss, almost like a reward. "Then what do you like about me?"
If she didn't like him, she wouldn't let him get away with so much. Clara paused, unsure of why exactly she was drawn to him. Maybe it was seeing him alone in the dark, feeling a deep urge to protect him. Or perhaps it was remembering the past when she saved his life, feeling bound by destiny. Whatever the reason, she didn't want him to stay in the dark. She wanted to lead him into the light.
Clara wasn't your typical 'good girl.' "Everything," she finally replied.
He was taken aback for a moment, his Adam's apple moving as he placed her hand on his chest. It rose and fell rapidly, heat radiating from it as if his heart might leap out. "Clara..."
This was the most intense, intoxicating temptation. A vein stood out on his forehead as he pulled her in for a fierce kiss, as if he never wanted her to speak again.
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