CLARA'S POV
He knotted one hand in my hair to angle my head more to his liking. He fought a groan as my sweet body arched up into the hard planes of his. I was he could even feel the heat from the brand at my hip.
Almost panting, he broke our kiss, staring in male satisfaction at my bemused gaze and swollen lips.
The arrogance on his face brought me back to reality, or partially back, anyway. My shields were useless against him. Damn it. I was out of my element, desperately turned on, and my heart was vulnerable. And vulnerable in a way I arrogantly thought I would be able to avoid. The last frightened me, and fear slid into anger. I moved against him, tried to keep my eyes from falling back in my head, and rebelled. "So"—my voice aimed for sarcastic but the breathiness probably ruined it—"am I tamed yet?"
