Flora’s P.O.V
My body felt sore and yet, I wanted more of it; more of Clay.
It was unlike any coupling I’d heard of, nothing like my first time during Heat. What I’d just experienced…sex felt like a very tame word for it.
Making love. This is what romantic movies called making love. And I had just experienced it for the first time in my life.
I laid panting on the bed, stars still dancing in my vision as the o****m rocked through my body. Clay’s heavy weight on top of me was a reminder of the
Clay got off me and got out of bed and instantly I found myself following him with my eyes. From the dark copper tousled strands of his hair, the width of his strong shoulders to the smooth skin of his back and lower, to the-
“Don’t.”
Startled at the gritted out command, I looked up at his fa
