Page 17 of We Will Rise

Pleasure tears through my body at the same time a roar fills the room as I empty myself inside Camilla’s ass.

I was worried she wouldn’t be able to take it, that I would be too big and too rough for her first anal experience, but she took everything I gave her and then asked for more.

So fucking perfect.

Thick ropes of cum fill her ass as she trembles beneath me, her own release being dragged out by her fingers on her clit, causing her to milk my cock for every drop of my release.

“Fuck,” I growl through gritted teeth. “So fucking good.”

She nods against the pillows, her dark hair spread across the black sheets in a messy halo, and the sight makes me want to fuck her all over again.

But I won’t. Not right away, at least.

She’s going to be sore, and while I crave her pain, I also don’t want to do any permanent damage that might stop me from fucking her in the very near future.

When my cock finally stops pulsing inside her and my cum is pressed deep inside her, I pause my thrusts and press my body into her back.

I lean lower until my face is hovering over her cheek, and I press a gentle kiss to the flushed flesh. “You did so good, Little Lamb.”

She lets out a halfhearted laugh. “I just laid here. You’re the one that did all the work.”

I chuckle. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up before the others come looking for us. If they smell sex on your skin, you know they’ll want to fuck you too.”

She looks to consider the merits of that idea, so I flex my softening cock inside her ass and she winces. “Yeah, okay. That’s probably a good idea.”

I press another kiss to her cheek before carefully withdrawing from her ass. I place one of my hands on her lower back to hold her in place as my cum slips from her tight ring and revel in how fucking good she looks filled with me.

Not for the first time, the thought of her round with my kid fills my mind, and where the idea of knocking someone up would have sent me into a blind panic a year ago, I find it doesn’t scare me half as much as it used to.

Because what we have with Camilla isn’t temporary.

It’s not a fling.

She’s not just a convenient fuck.

Camilla is everything.

She’s the very heart of the Legion, and there’s nothing we won’t do to keep her safe.

Once I’ve got my fill of watching my cum slide down between her thighs, I help her up and into the shower, where I wash every single inch of her body the same way I did last night.

The memory of how she looked at me when I walked into the basement makes my stomach twist uncomfortably. I did that. I caused her emotional turmoil. I hurt her in a way that didn’t also bring her pleasure, and I fucking loathe myself for it.

“You okay?” Camilla asks softly, her big gray eyes staring up at me through thick, wet lashes.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come straight home yesterday.” I tug her against me and engulf her in my arms, holding her to the point I’m sure it hurts, but I think we both need it right now.

“Please don’t do it again. I don’t think I’ll survive losing one of you,” she admits, and I get it. The idea of losing her, of losing my little lamb, fills me with more dread than I know what to do with.

I press a kiss to the top of her head and swallow heavily. I can’t promise she’ll never lose us, not when our jobs are so dangerous, but I’ll do everything in my power to make sure we all live long lives together where we belong.

CHAPTER TWELVE

BISHOP

It’s rare we have a meeting anywhere other than the Scarlet Lounge, but we can’t risk going back there with Kovu, not when our enemies think he’s dead.

Kaos pulls the car up at the gate of the De Marco estate, and we wait for the guard to come out of the control house. It’s the same older man who read us the riot act the last time we were here, but this time he greets us with a warm smile because Camilla is in the passenger seat.

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