Page 72 of Hawthorne

A sight for sore eyes.

“Do you want me to fuck you against the wall?” I murmur into her neck.

She nods affirmatively.

“Should I have my clothes on or off?” I kiss her collarbone.

“On,” she moans, and I groan.

She’ll be the death of me.

Say no more.Holding Camilla with one hand, I unzip my pants and free my erection from the painful constriction it was in. Then I feel the shelves until I find the one where my wallet is placed and take a condom out.

The moment it’s on, I rub the head on her opening, soaking it with her essence before thrusting up inside. Gurgling sounds leave my throat as she moans loudly at the feeling.

Warm, humid, and ridged walls engulf me in silky bliss, taking me into another dimension—one where only the two of us exist, without responsibilities or expectations.

“Fucking hell, I’ve missed this.” I pant, moving again.

Languid strokes, enjoying the way she takes everything in.

“This is w-wrong,” she mutters weakly.

Really?Is she growing a conscience again? After asking me to fuck her against the wall?

My hips thrust harshly, and she gasps, her eyes opening in a flash, startled. With fire in my own, I lock our eyes together in an intense stare.

“Is it?” I growl as one of my hands settles well under her ass and the other travels up to her neck. “Because it feels too fucking right.”

Another harsh thrust, and I take the opportunity to wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze just a little bit, making her moan louder.

The tingling is coming, the tremors are spreading, and I know I won’t last much longer. Not this time around.

“Camilla, darling,” I moan, sliding out and right back in.

“But we don’t belong together,” she moans just as I slide out of her.

I freeze.The fuck did she just say?

My body burns inside, rage spreading through my veins like thunder. Not getting it under control, I thrust even harder. Once, then twice. She moans in delight, a stark contrast to her cruel words.

Out again. Then in. Slowly but roughly.

“Is that what you feel when I am right here, deep inside you?” I growl, squeezing the hold around her neck once more.

“You’ve said it,” she gasps. “We’re worlds apart, Vincent.”

“And yet,” I start in a pant. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here, buried deep inside you.”

“Oh, god.” Her soft mewls spur me as I continue my assault. “Right there, right there.”

And momentarily, lost in the moment—lost in her—I forget about her words and the world outside these four walls and fuck her. First, hard against the wall until she’s clawing at my shirt and yelling my name, then slow and sweet in the bed before pulling her to a relaxing bath with me.

Just like that, everything that happened in the past week has been forgotten.

All the complications, all the problems.

The night goes by far too fast, not giving me enough time to learn everything I want to learn about her, making me plan more ways to spend time with her. There’s a feeling that the more I dig, the worse it’ll be for me and my heart in the long run. But it’s too late.

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