Clara Grant froze for a moment before she understood what he meant. Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson. Biting her lip, she whispered, "I… it doesn't hurt as much now. You can… move…"
Having received her consent, the man grew excited. He kissed her lips and began the most primitive, most instinctual of rhythms.
At first, fearing he would hurt her and that she hadn't yet adjusted, the man held himself in check. But by the end, when he felt her body relax, he knew she had completely accepted his presence. He could no longer hold back and began to move with unrestrained passion…
At the thought, Clara Grant felt her face begin to burn.
Through the heavy curtains, she could only sense a faint light and couldn't tell what time it was. She carefully tried to move, but the moment she shifted, she felt an arm tighten around her waist. Turning her head, she saw Seth Quinn's handsome face, mere inches away.
