CLARA'S POV
"I get lost in your scent, your passion," Taki's breath brushed my neck. "There's no sweeter taste in the entire history of the world than your skin on fire. For me." He growled low and deep as he withdrew from my body before plunging in again. "I want all of you, mate. And I'll get it."
My mind reeled at the claim. A hint of threat wove beneath the words but I couldn't focus on it. For seconds, for minutes, he moved within me—around me. A gentle kiss, a tweak to my nipple that had me seeing stars, then he'd increase his depth, increase his speed until I was so close … Then he'd slow down again. Damn it.
I lost track of time, of how long he had been inside me as he continued his assault. His movements were too slow, too controlled.
Finally, my mind mush, my body vibrating like a plucked guitar string, I gave a frustrated sigh and clenched my thighs against his hips. "Move faster." I didn't recognize my own voice with its low, desperate edge.
