Page 40 of Hawthorne

When Camilla finally moves up, she does it with a bit more speed, getting into the perfect rhythm, bouncing on my lap.

Her slender figure towers over me, creating moving shadows from the small lamps illuminating the bedroom. Her body shines from the sweat alongside two flushed cheeks, half-closed eyes, and messy hair. Her perky tits are repeatedly bouncing, and I can’t help but fondle them. I twist, pinch, and nibble on both.

What a bloody view.

“Vincent,” she moans.

A shiver runs down my spine, straight to my balls, listening to her voice moaning my name. That, combined with how she’s giving herself to me, enjoying the moment to the fullest, makes it all the more intense.

“Fucking hell, darling. Call my name again,” I plead.

My hands move with a mind of their own. One reaches the nape of her neck and pressures her down onto me roughly, while the other grips her hip tightly and forces her to grind against me. Her delicate hands that were supporting her on my shoulders find my hair, intertwining her fingers in it.

“Vincent!”

Her sing-song voice brings me close to the edge, so I slide my hand between us to find her clit and start caressing it in slow circles. Camilla trembles in my hold just as her head falls backwith a loud moan, and her legs tighten against my hips, making me speed up.

“Look at you,” I grunt, enthralled by the view. “Taking my cock so well. Let go, sweetheart. Let go.”

And she does. Her fingers gripping my hair tightly while her pussy spasms around me are enough to make me come right alongside her into the condom. We both chase the high, moving fast and roughly but in sync.

The sounds in this room are loud and erotic, and my brain shuts down, blinding me as I come.

“Oh my god,” she chokes out, letting her body fall limply on top of mine.

“That was...” I trail off.

There aren’t even enough words to describe it.

“I know,” she agrees, with her chin still nestled against my shoulder. “I’ve never had sex like that.”

“Neither have I,” I admit with a content sigh.

Camilla leans back, quirks her eyebrow, and asks, “I assumed you were experienced?”

“And I am,” I confirm.

Not that it is something to brag about, but I’ve indulged whenever I felt necessary. Sometimes, even more than I’d like to admit. And it was never—ever—like this.

“Right.” She nods awkwardly. “I’m going to, uh, go—”

“No.” I grip her hips tightly. “I’m not done yet.”

13

Camilla White

Never in my life had I thought I would have to sneak out and do the walk of shame, especially not in the place where I work and live. Yet, here I am, tiptoeing around this old, creaky manor, hoping no one has arrived early enough to see me.

Last night was…exquisite. It was by far the best sex I have ever had in my life, and that man has a horse kind of stamina, that’s for sure. It was an extreme challenge to stay awake after we stopped in round...I lost count.

Thankfully, he was just as worn out as I was. Not even two minutes later, he was already softly snoring deep in dreamland, with his arms wrapped around me. It was nice, though, with his body half on top of mine and the silky sheets keeping the warmth in. I was tempted to stay.

But this is just sex, and staying the night is not an option. But dear god, that man wore me down.

It’s currently past four in the morning, and the moment my feet touch the feet of my bed, I let myself fall onto it and fall asleep instantly. There’s only a small notion of a shift in the bed,and feelings of a small warmth covering my feet, lulling me even faster to sleep.

I am going over the menu for next week with Mariah when the butler announces the arrival of the duke’s younger brother.