Clara’s POV
The guilt hit me like a wave. I felt like a slut, responding to another man the same way I responded to Darius. Darius, who had saved my life, who had given me protection and purpose, who had just hours ago made me feel things I had never felt before.
I shook my head violently, trying to clear away the inappropriate thoughts.
"Let me go," I demanded, though my voice came out breathier than I intended.
"I don't think you really want me to," Killian said, his lips very close to my ear.
"Yes, I do."
"Your body is telling me something different."
I wanted to deny it, but I couldn't. My heart was racing, my skin felt too warm, and I was very aware of every point where our bodies were touching. Just like with Darius. Just like earlier today when he had claimed me so completely
