Page 38 of Hawthorne

“Y-you–” Camilla gasps. “Oh, wow!”

I swear my dick twitches at the breathlessness of her voice, yet hating the fact that she keeps addressing me formally.

She is still hesitant to call me Vincent. But to be honest, very few aren’t.

“Saymyname,” I growl.

I want to hear it. I want to know how it sounds to hear my name coming from her breathless mouth.

She hesitates, battling if she should or not, and to remind her of the fact that we’re too far past the level of professionalism, my mouth lowers toward her neck, softly sucking on the soft spot there.

“Camilla,” I warn, lowering further down, nibbling on her collarbone.

Little whimpers escape her mouth just as my teeth graze her skin towards one of her boobs. When my tongue peeks out, licking her skin over the edge of the bra, she finally obeys me in a loud moan, “Vincent!”

It sounds heavenly. Her voice is mellow and needy, triggering something inside. A roaring euphoria rages through my body to the point of no return, making me suck hard on her skin.

This fucking woman will be the death of me.

“That’s right,” I breathe into her chest while one of my hands sneaks behind her back, snapping her bra open. “That’s the only name allowed to come out of your mouth tonight.”

My mouth closes around one of her nipples, and her back arches into me as her head digs into the mattress. Camilla moans and squirms underneath me, grazing her thighs on my swollen dick.

I can’t help but let one of my hands travel down to her waist and start to unzip her pants. They’re trembling the whole time, barely being able to get the job done.

“Are you wet for me?” I ask, teasing the skin of her hips with the pads of my fingers right after. “Is that what I’ll find if I slide my fingers into you?”

My heart is thundering in my chest, and I’m fighting like hell not to have my hands shaking with the desire and lust that’s waving off of me. But I can’t help the goosebumps that spread when Camilla’s hands spread over my chest and abs.

“Oh, my,” she exclaims, her fingers pressing against my hard muscles.

“That’s it,darling.Touch me,” I plead. “Just like I want to touch you.”

Wetness engulfs my fingers as soon as I slide them through her panties, and I can’t control the approving growl that vibrates in my chest. Smooth, soft and warm.

I knew she’d be fuckingdrippingfor me.

She had said this was wrong, but then why does this feel so right?

Like I was born to be in one place and one place only—between her thighs and inside her.

“You’ll be my downfall, Camilla White,” I groan.

I may be speaking figuratively, but one thing is true. After all of the women I’ve had, nothing has ever felt like this, and I doubt it ever will be like this again if not with her. On top of that, there’s a little piece in the back of my mind that agrees with the statement for more than just the sexual meaning of the word.

They hold a meaning much bigger than I can understand right now, and with how deep she’s seeped her way into me this fast, it’ll be too late by the time I realise what it really means.

Urgency kicks in, so I tug her pants down harshly before balancing on my knees and dragging the rest of her clothes off. Once that’s out of the way, I also take my shirt off. Every layer covering us is suffocating and preventing me from getting what I want.Her.

I fucking want her so much.

Locking her legs with my arms, I get ready to pin her down, but the sight of something stops me for a second. A small heart-shaped blemish on her hip catches my attention. It’s ironic that the first woman to make me disregard all the obligations that tear us apart has a heart marking her body.

Is this a sign from above?

Even if not, my first impulse is to kiss it before I dive in for a taste of her core.

Camilla gasps just as my tongue touches her warm core for the first time. My fingers can’t stay still and come around to help my tongue get the job done, and soon, she’s a writhing mess.

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