//CLARA//
The heat of him was still slick against my thigh. My lungs were burning, thinking the storm had finally passed.
I was wrong.
His fingers traced the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Light. Fleeting. Teasing. The calloused pad of his thumb brushed upward, stopping just short of where I still ached for him. I bit my lip, my head falling back against the glass with a soft thud. The condensation from our earlier exertion had cooled against my spine.
Then he plunged two fingers inside me.
My breath hitched, a sharp gasp escaping before I could contain it. His thumb found my clit, circling with a rhythm that made my hips jerk against his hand with each pass. The heel of his palm pressed down, adding pressure that seemed to radiate through my entire body.
"Casimir—"
"Shh." He silenced me with his lips grazing mine. "I am nowhere near done with you, little bird."
