Chapter 30

Chapter 30: CLARA's POV

His mouth devoured mine like I was the last fucking thing he'd ever taste, and his body—god, his body—pressed hard against me, those muscles I'd seen in the magazine now solid and real, crushing against my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress.

I couldn't breathe. Didn't want to breathe. Each time his lips moved, each time his tongue rolled against mine, each place hi