Clara...

Dyon paused for a moment.

Clara didn't turn to face him, but there was a slight disappointment welling up in her heart at the pregnant silence. She tried to pull her arm away, but Dyon's grip seemed to tighten.

"I don't think you understand." Dyon's voice held a domineering power to it that caught Clara off guard.

Dyon's grip pulled her toward him with a force that was somehow gentle, yet inescapable.

In an instant, Clara found herself beneath Dyon, staring into the very hazel-green eyes she had wanted to look into this whole time.

If Dyon was stunned by Clara's beauty, he didn't show it. To him, the loves of his lives were always the peak of perfection, regardless of how the world viewed them.

"You're my woman now."

Clara looked up, stunned. Still awkwardly holding onto her panties and bra, but all she could see was the pair of eyes above her. And despite the domineering nature of Dyon's voice and actions, all she could see was love and… pleading…