By the time I walk back into the room—damp, wearing only a towel—she’s awake, sitting up against the timber headboard.
Her eyes meet mine, soft and sleepy.
“Hey,” she whispers.
“Sorry if I woke you.”
She shakes her head lightly. “No, it’s okay. I wanted to stay up and talk to you… I must’ve been more tired than I thought. But I’m up now. Come here.”
I hesitate. “I should probably get changed—”
“Don’t worry about that. Do it after,” she says, patting the bed beside her. “I need to talk to you first.” I cross the room and sit beside her, and she pulls me into a tight hug. I wrap my arms around her, inhaling her scent. Warm and sweet, like jasmine and something uniquely Camille.
“Thank you,” she murmurs against my neck, her voice soft but steady. “Not just for today… or for letting me stay… or even for the salon—though I’m grateful for all of that.” She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, and there’s a vulnerability in hers that hits me right in the chest. “I’m so grateful foryou, Lucas. For how patient you’ve been with me, how kind you are, how you always know how to make me laugh, even when I think I can’t. You see me—the real me—and you never make me feel like too much or not enough. I love you. I love you so much. And not because you’ve helped me, but because of who you are.”
She takes a breath, her fingers tightening slightly on my shirt.
“I’m in this for real. I want to be with you. I don’t want anyone else.Just you. I want to stay here… not because I need a place, but because I want to be with you. If you’ll have me.”
My chest tightens, and my heart races at her words. Hearing her open up like this, it means everything. I know how hard it is for her to let herself feel this way, to trust it.
“Angel,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Of course you can stay. I didn’t want you to go, but I needed it to be your choice. I’m in this too. I’m yours. And I’m so in love with you, Camille.” I shift closer, sliding one arm around her waist as I lean in and kiss her—slow and deep, full of everything I don’t have words for.
She sighs against my mouth and pulls at the towel from around my waist, letting it fall away. I’m left naked, the way she looks at me makes my cock instantly hard.
I slip my hand beneath the hem of her dress, only to find bare skin.
“No panties?” I murmur against her throat, my voice rough.
She grins, breath hitching. “Was hoping you’d notice.”
I move over her, bracing myself with one hand while the other slides between her thighs. She’s wet, warm and wanting, the feel of her makes my cock twitch with need.
“You’re so wet for me,” I groan, rubbing slow circles against her clit. She arches beneath me, a soft gasp falling from her lips.
“Always for you,” she whispers, lifting her hips to meet my hand. “Luc, please…”
I kiss her again—deeper, hungrier—while I slip two fingers inside her. She moans, clutching at my shoulders as I pump them slowly, curling them just right.
Her hand moves to my cock.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper into her ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you inside me,” she breathes. “I want all of you.” I shift, pulling my fingers away and lining myself up at her entrance.
I push in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way her body grips me.
She gasps, clutching the sheets. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Angel,” I murmur, thrusting deeper. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” She says as her legs wrap around me, and I start to move—slow and deep, then faster as the tension builds.
Every moan, every gasp she makes pushes me closer to the edge, but I hold on, wanting her to fall apart beneath me first.
“Come for me,” I whisper, my voice thick. “Let go.”
She cries out my name, trembling beneath me as she shatters, and the moment her body tightens around me, I let go too, losing myself in her completely.
