His mouth crashes down on mine once again, savage and claiming. He kisses me like he’s trying to devour me, biting my bottom lip hard enough that I am suddenly tasting the metallic tang of blood—myblood— and it only makes me hotter.
Cameron’s hands are everywhere; gripping, bruising, worshiping. He broke the kiss just long enough to yank my shirt over my head, tossing it somewhere across the room without a care.
“You’re fucking mine,” he growls into my neck, and I whimper pathetically, arching into him.
His hips grind down, hard and fast, rubbing against the ache building between my thighs. My body moves instinctively, chasing the friction, chasing him. His hands slide down my sides, rough and possessive. He fumbles with the button on my jeans, yanking them down with a force that has me gasping for air. Cool air hit my thighs, and then his hand is there— hot, demanding— sliding between my legs. I cry out when his fingers plunge into my underwear, finding me wetter than I’ve ever been. Cameron lets out another pained growl, low and vicious, like he might tear me apart if I don’t let him in immediately.
“Cam—” I beg, but it’s useless. He already knows. He shoves his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, then grabs my hips, holding me still as he lines up his huge cock. I barely have time to breathe before he thrusts into me in one hard, brutal stroke.
Iscream— a broken, desperate sound— and he swallows it with a kiss. He moves fast, rough, fucking me like he was trying to bury himself inside me, to brand me from the inside out.
Every thrust knocks the breath from my lungs, my nails claw at his back, and I leave angry red lines across his skin.
“Cherry,” he groans against my mouth, voice wretched. “Fuck.”Thrust. “You feel so good.”Thrust. “Sofucking perfect—”Thrust.
I couldn’t think.
Could barelybreathe.
All I knew was Cameron. Cameron slamming into me, Cameron’s teeth biting down on my shoulder hard enough to leave bruises, Cameron’s hands holding me down like I might float away without contact. There is onlyCameron.I meet every thrust of his, wildly and frantic, together we’re dangerous, like we’re going to fly off the cliff any moment.
“Cam–fuck.“ I feel my orgasm building and reaching its peak in a monumental frenzy, broken sobs sounding from my lips as it rips through me like lightning. My back arches off the couch, my thighs trembling against his hips. Cameron lets out a feral growl as he slams into me once, twice more before following with a shuddering orgasm inside me.
He collapses onto me, his breaths hard. He smiles softly as he presses his forehead against mine. For a moment, all the world is just fading away. I thread my fingers through his now sweat-soaked hair, pulling him closer.
“Mine,” I whisper against his swollen lips.
His bright and satiated eyes connect with mine, he looks up at me and whispers back, “Always.”
We sit there for a few minutes more, quietly, coming down from the probably most phenomenal orgasm of my entire life. His voice breaks the silence. “You ready to change the world, Cherry?”
It hits me then that I no longer feel that fear that was eating at me only a little while ago. This man is my fucking hero, and my undoing.
“Yea Cam. Let’s do this.” A grin creeps up onto my face, “But maybe a shower first.” I relent, his laugh soft as he nods.
“Of course, let’s go.”
Chapter 34
Tear Them Down
Leyla
Ihop in the shower, letting the sweat and sex rinse off me. Cameron joins me, his finger gently tracing over my blossoming bruises that he left on me in our crazy tangle.
“You’re a fucking animal,” I chuckle as he traces over a particularly sensitive bruise.
“Only for you, Cherry.” Cameron’s voice is teasing as I turn off the water, carefully stepping out of the shower, with him following close behind me. “We’re leaving in ten minutes, okay?”
I nod and kick myself into gear and throw on tight black leggings and a black shirt. Making my way into the kitchen, I wrap my hand around my favorite mug that I quickly fill with tap water and take a sip, waiting for Cameron to finish getting ready. As if on cue he walks up behind me, purring, “Cherry.” His hands, warm andcalloused, wrap around my waist, anchoring me to something solid. “You ready?”
I nod and let a soft smile on my face. I try not to think about what we’re doing, but the gravity of it still sits in my chest. I turn around in his comforting grasp, my eyes connecting with his. I nod again, my eyes flying to the knife, that was mine for just a fantastic moment, I see tucked into the belt on his pants.
He pulls away from me and for a second, I hate the lack of his touch. He presents a smaller knife and my eyebrows shoot up with shock when I realize that it’s for me. I gently grab the blade from his hands, examining it. “For me?”
A boyish smile dominates his face that sends a thrill through me, and he laughs. “Yea, Cherry girl, I wanted something for you. One that’s yours and that you could see belongs to you. Only you can control what this knife does. Understand?”
I nod, “Yea.”
