Claire's POVHis lips trail down my throat, slow and deliberate, leaving a path of heat that makes me shiver. When he reaches my collarbone, he pauses, as though savouring the taste of forbidden fruit.“You’re trouble,” He breaths, his hand sliding along my hip, pulling me firmly against him. I feel the truth of his desire, hard and insistent, and the sound that escapes my lips is half-plea, half-surrender.“Then ruin me,” I whisper.That undoes him. His mouth crashes against mine again, urgent now, his hands wandering greedily, possessively, as if he can't decide which part of me to claim first. The buttons of my blouse give way under his fingers, fabric parting until my skin is bare to his touch. The roughness of his palms contrasts with the reverence of his movements. Each caress both worship and hunger. When he lifts me, I wrap my legs around his waist without hesitation, gasping as my back meets the cool wall. His mouth devours mine, tracing my jaw, my throat, lower—every kiss a
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