Page 190 of Corrupting Camille
I fuck her harder. Rougher. Obscene sounds echo off glass and chrome as I drive into her without mercy, her voice unraveling, breath catching between every syllable of my name like she’s singing it straight from the wreckage of her soul.
This isn’t just fucking.
It’s ownership.
It’s addiction.
It’s permanent.
I drive into her one last time, hard and deep, burying myself to the hilt as I spill into her, hot, thick, brutal. My release hits like violence, like fire tearing through my veins as I grind into her, filling her so full she whimpers again, broken and perfect, collapsing beneath me.
I stay there, locked inside her, breath ragged, heart hammering against her back, hand splayed across her stomach like I need to hold her in place to keep from unraveling myself.
“You take every fucking drop,” I growl into her ear, possessive and low, hips rocking lazily now, drawing it out, milking the last aftershocks into her tight, ruined heat. “You don’t waste a fucking thing.”
She nods, trembling, her voice gone, wrecked beyond language.
And I fucking love it.
I stay buried inside her long after the shaking stops. Long after the world catches its breath.
Chapter Eighteen
Camille
After, we stay like that.
Folded into each other.
The air thick with heat and breath and something heavier than either of us can name.
His hands run down my sides slowly, soothing. Reverent. Like he can’t stop touching me. Like he needs to remember every inch.
And I let him.
Because I’m not sure who I am right now.
I just know this…whatever just happened in this garage?
It changed everything.
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He carries me.
Not like I’m fragile. Not like I’m breakable.
But like he doesn’t want to let me go.
My arms are around his neck, my head tucked securely into the curve of his shoulder, my body still throbbing with the echo of how deeply he’s claimed me. His scent, cedar, leather, sex, wraps around me, a sensual cocoon, warm and protective. My muscles ache deliciously, skin sensitive, the memory of his mouth, tongue, and touch burned into my body in ways I’ll never forget.
We say nothing as he ascends the staircase. My eyes drift shut, trusting him implicitly to guide me through the labyrinth of his estate. I let him hold me, fully surrendering to the comforting power of his embrace, safe in the knowledge he won’t drop me.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
When we reach his bedroom, he sets me gently onto the edge of the massive bed. His fingers brush my hair from my face with infinite care, lips softly pressing against my temple before he quietly disappears into the adjoining bathroom. I hear running water, the soft scrape of cabinets opening and closing, and the faint sound of him moving purposefully.
