“You brought me out of the dark, Em. I would’ve felt nothing forever if you hadn’t stumbled into my lap. I would’ve forgotten what tenderness still remains in a heart long after spiritual death,” he whispers between our kisses.
My heart aches at those words. I wonder what lightless place I would’ve remained in if it hadn’t been for him too. I might not even be alive.
But he’s being too soft right now. Is he going to reject me again after this? I’m not sure how much more I can take between his cruel and his endearing moments.
“Cameron, what am I to you?” I ask as he strokes his tongue up my throat, biting behind my ear.
“Again with this? Do you really want to know?” he says slowly, with an amused lift to his grin. Those lust-drunk eyes lift to mine, devouring every last piece of me.
I nod. Very aware of how he responded the first time.
“When I saw you go over that edge…something snapped inside of me. It was the end of everything.” He pauses, and braces his arms on either side of my head, staring down into my eyes. “I knew in that moment that if I didn’t get you back, I would never want to breathe again. No matter what I’d have to do, I’d do it if it meant I could keep you,” he murmurs possessively over my lips.
A wry smile draws my lips up. “You didn’t answer my question,” I say smoothly, even though my insides are fluttering like I’m made of butterflies. I didn’t think Cameron was capable of saying such words, let alone to me.
He narrows his eyes, and a glint flickers across them. “You are the bearer of my soul.” He doesn’t wait for me to reply as he brings his lips down on mine, swallowing the breath of surprise that leaves me.
What a heavy thing to hold.I smile at the thought as he kisses me feverishly, palming my pants down and lifting my shirt greedily. His hands are icy as they brush against my skin. My ribs don’t hurt, my shoulder, or my leg. It’s such a reprieve that I gorge myself on the pleasure that follows everywhere he glides his fingers. I’ve never felt this unburdened before. I’ve never felt sogood.
A moan escapes my parted lips. “It feels so amazing,” I whimper.
Cameron chuckles as he bites my lower lip and tugs it gently. “It’s because you no longer have pain where it once existed.” He releases my lip and the taste of blood blossoms over my tongue.
I’m bleeding? My eyes widen. I only feel the distinct euphoria that his teeth and hands give me. This is what it’s been like forhim all this time? Cameron watches as I suck in my lower lip and fully taste what a painless existence is.
A sinister grin forms on his face. “Good girl, you feel that? That’s just the fucking beginning of what I’m about to do to you.”
His fingers glide down my neck and sternum, chills erupting in their wake. Then come his hot lips, fire rolling off his tongue as he swirls it around my nipple. My back arches off the floor and my hands find his mussed hair, fisting and pulling him eagerly closer.
He chuckles and bites the underside of my boob. Pleasure races up my throat, and a moan rolls through the room. Cameron doesn’t let go, but he shoves two fingers inside my mouth. I suck them shamelessly, biting them as hard as he’s doing to me.
A groan vibrates from his chest. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting for you to bite me. I love those teeth of yours.” He strokes his tongue over my tit once more before pulling back and unbuttoning his pants.
I watch him free his pulsing dick and rub my thighs together at the anticipation of having him inside me again.
He lowers his hand to his veiny cock and slowly strokes it, staring down at my exposed body and drinking in every inch of me.
“Fuck me, Cam,” I beg.
Cameron grins and sits back on his haunches, cock in hand. “I want you to use my dick and make yourself come first. Only then will I give you what you want, love.” His eyes are half-lidded as he pumps his length a few times. I watch the motion, entranced and too high on my existence to care.
I smirk and push myself to my feet. He raises a brow as I walk past him. I snag the medical tape on the table. Mischief fills my mind, and I figure it’s my turn to shock him.
“What are you doing, Em—” Cameron stops talking as I start wrapping the tape around his wrists. His eyes dash up and find mine. The flicker of excitement in his gaze makes my heart beat faster.
“Oh, you want to play this kind of game, do you?” he says darkly. Those eyes turn ravenous.
I don’t say a word as I make him lie on his back and tie him to a two-inch-thick water pipe that extends to the ceiling. He’s completely at my mercy. Vulnerable, with his arms restrained.
His dick is harder than it was a moment ago. I swallow at the sheer girth of it.
I face Cameron as I lower myself over his cock. The tip is enough to make me moan as his length spreads me open. I try to take him in slowly, but Cameron has a plan of his own.
He bucks his hips up into me hard, driving his cock all the way to the hilt and ramming into my deepest parts. I cry out and press my hands to his chest so I don’t fall face-first onto him.
The pipe creaks viciously as he tries to free his hands to grab me. It somehow turns me on more, watching how badly he wants to grip my waist and rock me over him.
I bury my fingernails into his ribs and he groans, stilling his hips and letting me ride him for a few beats before he picks back up with the light bucking.
