Clara’s POV
My head slammed back against the wall as he f****d into me harder. My moan came out strangled, caught in my throat, torn between pain and pleasure. His hand gripped my hip tight enough to bruise. His other arm braced beside my head, trapping me between the cold wall and his heat.
I clawed at his back, fingernails scoring down his spine. I wanted to draw blood and make him remember this moment every time he looked in the mirror. He hissed but didn’t slow. If anything, it spurred him on.
He kissed me again, but it wasn’t a kiss—it was all teeth. His mouth crushed against mine, tongue f*****g its way past my lips as if he meant to own me from the inside out. My thighs were tight around his waist, ankles crossed, holding him there. He tried to pull back. I didn’t let him.
“You’
