Bright sunlight floods the room. My torso is still wrapped by Clay's arm. He continues to pull me closer despite my attempts to move. "Morning, baby." He whispers as he kisses my head. "Morning, my love." I respond by pulling his arm closer, holding me tight. I feel safe and content in his embrace.

Knock knock

"Let's go, guys," Logan shouts from the other side of the door. I grab my phone and look at the time. "Shit, we're going to be late."

"Ugh!" Clay grunts. He rolls over, letting go of his hold on me. "Stop, we just need to get through this week of exams, then off to London during reading week." I lean over and kiss his cheek.

"Fine!" He rolls out of bed and heads to the bathroom. I follow as he steps into the shower. I start to brush my teeth when wet hands pull me back and water hits my face. "Clay!" I shout.

"I need to wake up," A smirk covers his perfect face. He spins me around as the water hits my chest. His hand moves dangerously close to my sensitive spot. Before I can protest, my mouth is on his.

The feeling is overwhelming, and my body starts to tremble. Goosebumps rise on my body as I feel myself about to come undone. He stops and starts to chuckle, and before I can get angry, my back is against the wall. He drops to his knees, kissing my stomach. He lifts one leg over his shoulder, and his tongue finishes what he started. I gasp as waves of pleasure wash over me, my fingers tangling in his hair. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and I let out a moan as I finally reach my peak. He stands up, a satisfied smirk on his face, and pulls me into a tight embrace. "Now I'm awake," he whispers in my ear.

God, this man is going to be the death of me.

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When I leave school after class, Clay is standing and fiddling with his keys. His grey eyes are dark, his jet-black hair is unkempt, and his grin—well, that smile brightens my entire world. I can feel my heart racing as I approach him, and he pulls me into a passionate kiss. I can taste the mint on his lips and the desire in his touch. "Hi." I whisper as we break apart, unable to hide the grin on my own face. "I'm hungry." I laugh.

"Well, I know what I want." He laughs along. "Clay!" I swat his arm.

He comes up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist, and kisses my cheek. "Alright, let's get you some food."

Walking quietly, hand in hand, to the parking lot, I think of London. I'm excited about this trip, just the two of us. I still need to tell Brie and hope that nothing happens while we are gone.

We get home, and Clay whips up one of his delicious sandwiches. We sit there, and I start to laugh as mustard clings to the side of his lip.

"Here, I've got it." I laugh as I take my thumb and whip it away. He grabs hold of my hand and licks it off. Pulling me onto his lap, I tell him to drink. His fangs craze my wrist as they find the perfect spot. Pain ensues as he sinks in, but quickly turns to pleasure.

"Thank you," he says as he cleans his lips. He pulls me closer to him and kisses me. I melt in his arms, and I don't want this feeling to ever go away. His mouth lingers to my neck, and my head leans back. Leaving wet kisses as he makes his way to my ear and back to my lips.

My heart races as his touch sends shivers down my spine. I am completely under his spell, and I never want it to end. I feel his hand move up my back and into my hair, pulling me even closer to him. Every inch of my body is on fire, and I can't get enough of him. I know that this moment is fleeting, but I am determined to savour every second of it. As he pulls away, I can see the hunger in his eyes. I know that he is not done with me yet, and I am more than ready for whatever he has in store.