POV: Clara

The rain devoured the world.

It drummed on rooftops, thumped on pavement, flooded my ears until nothing else should have been possible — but I couldn’t hear the storm. Not really. All I heard was him.

Daniel.

His heart thundered through the tether, falling into rhythm with mine until I couldn’t tell one from the other. His breath rasped on my throat, warm even in the chill of the rain. His cock stretched me, thick and relentless, his knot swollen and ...