Unscripted Surrender

Clara

I don’t have the chance to gasp, because the moment my lips part, Thorne’s mouth has claimed them. His hand is firm on my nape, holding me in place so he can plunder my mouth at will. His tongue teases my lips before delving inside, coaxing my own out of hiding until they’re dancing, tangling and massaging each other with ravenous hunger.

My shock passes quickly, and soon I’m rising up on my