//CLARA//
He backed me against the glass wall, the cool pane a shocking contrast to the fever of my skin.
His mouth crashed into mine with a jagged, desperate hunger that told me exactly how thin his restraint had worn.
His tongue swept past my teeth, demanding entry. I met him with a tease, a flick of resistance. He answered with a bite—just shy of drawing blood—and the gasp that tore from my throat was all the invitation he needed. He pushed deeper, and we waged a war for control neither of us was willing to lose.
"Christ, Clara. You have no idea what it's like." The words were torn from somewhere low in his chest, vibrating against my mouth. "To be in the same room and feel miles apart. It's been killing me. Like I was being hollowed out from the inside just watching you. I'm done being empty."
His hands moved to cup my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were wild, the controlled man I knew stripped away to reveal something desperate and aching beneath.
