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I had her folded underneath me with her pussy so slick it felt like a tight bottle of lube, and I fucked her into the mattress, nails deep in my back, hungry eyes locked on mine. She tugged on me when she needed more, and her moans were heavy with the sound of my name. “Cauldron…”
“Camille.” I got lost every time we were together, swept up in the unbridled passion that consumed us both. Good sex was easy to come by if you could afford it, but this was free, and it was so much better than the dirty shit I paid for.
The sound of her name made her come, made her buck against me with wet eyes and sharp nails. She got so tight it was like her hand squeezed my dick as hard as she could. She hit the crescendo before she came back down…slowly drifting from her high. When her eyes focused once again, she looked at me like I was a king for making her feel so good.
She made me feel like one.
She tugged on my ass and brought me deep inside her. “I want it…”
I fisted her hair, hooked my arm behind one knee, and pounded her so hard that the crashing headboard must have woken up the rest of the house.
“Yes…” Her sexy whispers filled my bedroom and inflated my ego. “Yes.” She wanted to watch me come, got off on the sight of my pleasure just as I got off on the sight of hers.
My body went white-hot before it was set aflame. Then I released with more pleasure than I’d ever felt, filling her with every drop of desire she evoked in me. “Camille…”
Her hand dug into my hair, and she kissed me, kissed me as she felt me fill her completely.
Hot and sweaty, I rolled off her, every muscle in my body loose in relaxation. She was on me instantly, one arm hooked around my waist, her head on my shoulder, her leg tucked between mine. Her body was just as hot as mine, but I didn’t push her away.
The second my eyes closed, I was gone.
TWENTY-SEVEN
CAMILLE
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Oh my god, turn that shit off.”
Cauldron reached for his phone and turned off the alarm.
I closed my eyes again and drifted away.
His weight shifted then he left the mattress.
I groaned then cracked open my eyes, seeing the morning sunlight through the curtains. There was a clock on his nightstand showing 7:08 a.m. “Are you Satan?”
With a voice deep and just a little bit raspy, he said, “I have shit to do.”
“Well, I’m not moving.” I closed my eyes and lay still. I heard him move about his bedroom, changing his clothes and brushing his teeth in the bathroom. He didn’t seem to mind my sleeping there because he didn’t ask me to leave. I heard the door shut a moment later, and then it went silent.
I went right back to sleep.
When I woke up, it was lunchtime.
I sat up in his four-poster bed and took a look around. It was the first time I’d been all the way inside, and I saw that the suite was just as majestic as he was. It had a grand sitting room with a large TV on the wall. A private wet bar, which he seemed to use often, judging by all the half-empty decanters. A private balcony that could easily accommodate twelve people. His private bathroom was probably as big as my bedroom—which wasn’t shabby by any means.
I was tempted to go through his things just to get to know him better, but it wasn’t worth violating his trust. When we'd met, he told me he didn’t let anyone in his bedroom, but here I was, wrapped up in his sheets. It would be stupid to jeopardize how far we’d come. He claimed not to trust anyone, but from where I sat, he trusted me more than anyone else.
The bedroom door opened, and he stepped inside, wearing pants and a short-sleeved shirt. He rocked his sweatpants all the time, so that must mean he had company that morning. He looked at me in his bed, his eyes combing over my appearance wrapped in his sheets.
“I just woke up.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and realized my hair was down. My hair tie must have come loose in the night, and now it was lost somewhere in the enormous bed.
“Lunch is ready.”
I half expected him to yell or throw a fit. “Alright.” He walked out and shut the door behind him.
In disbelief, I sat there for a while before I got out of bed, went to my room, and threw something on. A sundress from my closet was yanked down and pulled over my head before I went downstairs. He was on the back terrace, talking on the phone.
