Clarissa's POV

He ripped off my dress and I lay there naked before him.

His eyes feasted on me and my face was flushed with color.

“Clarissa, you look so beautiful. You are all mine. No one can have you the way I do.”

He lowered his head and his lips covered mine again. His hands wandered to my breasts and his fingers massaged my nipples.

I wanted to moan but all I could do was make muffled sounds. My body arched closer to him.

I wanted to feel him against me. My hands grabbed his shirt and tugged at it furiously. I wanted him to take it off, I...