//CLARA//
The kiss was a declaration of war I refused to lose.
His mouth crashed into mine like a riot breaking through a barricade, teeth clashing, lips bruising, his tongue forcing its way past my resistance as if he meant to fuck my throat right there against the creek's roar.
Casimir's hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat. I bit him hard enough to taste iron, but he didn't flinch. His fingers slid down and dug into my jaw, prying my teeth apart with a growl that vibrated against my palate.
His other arm banded around my waist, crushing the breath from me, and I hated how my body arched into it, how my fingers dug into his shoulders not to push him away but to hold on.
The creek's roar swallowed my gasp, but he must've felt the way my ribs expanded against his chest, the way my pulse hammered under his palm.
