He parted the folds of her gown, his gloved fingers brushing against her slick heat. She was already incredibly wet, a fact he didn't miss. His jaw tightened, a flash of primal satisfaction breaking through his clinical composure.
The sterile hum of the examination room was a stark contrast to the frantic rhythm of Clara’s pulse. She sat on the edge of the padded table, the crisp paper crinkling beneath her as she shifted, the thin gown doing little to ward off the clinical chill of the air conditioning. He parted the folds of her gown, his
The praise washed over her, dissolving any remaining hesitation. She felt a deep, aching throb where the metal held her open. The sterile hum of the examination room was
He turned, drying his hands with a precise motion, his gaze meeting hers. The professional mask was there, but beneath it, she saw the dark, unspoken knowledge that had been simmering between them for months. He stepped close, positioning himself between her parted knees. The heat radiating from him was instantaneous, a stark juxtaposition to the cold steel of the stirrups she rested her heels against. She felt a deep, aching throb where the metal held her open