Clara’s POV
His tongue slid against mine, a fight neither of us wanted to win. I had his belt half undone, breath hot between us, and we were already past the point of no return.
I didn’t want soft. No sweet words. No careful hands.
I wanted to feel him crack.
He kissed like he meant to win, hands locking around my thighs, dragging me to the edge of the exam table. He spread my legs like he owned them.
“Still want to walk away?” he asked again, voice rough and low.
I didn’t answer. I bit his jaw, shoved his pants down, and his c**k sprang free—thick, ready, twitching with tension I’d built.
I wrapped my fingers around it slowly, feeling the skin of his rock hard c**k against my fingers and his breath hitched.
“Walk?” I said against his throat. “I run circles around you.”
My hand w
