pte
nd me, and it takes me a long moment to f
-a flash across my memory
ep and rocks against me, his mornin
llow
in bed with Camden, feeling his arms around me, his body
fusion of this intimate closeness a
him and let myself forget, ev
on't want to see Bruno's dead body, thi
Marco's heavy breaths as he
ing over a rose bush that cut along my legs, the
on't notice that I'm awake, hop
st on my waist, his fingers brushing
rs, his voice low a
ay. He shifts closer, and I can feel his breath agains
is voice so close, so intimate, t
to say. I don't
h, feels like the only solid thing in my w
ers tracing along my waist,
are gazing down at me with an int
e barely audible, and he leans
's happening, he's pressing h
first, hesitant, as
lean into him, he deepens it, his hand
mine, his kiss growing hungrier a
p all over as if my skin is coming alive under his touch. His lips
his shoulder blades under my fingers. I scratch my acrylic nail
ful. The sight of him like this-bare-chested, vulnerable
is hips against me. I can feel him, hard and thick, pressing against my thigh, and a surge of
way, panting, his breath mingling wit
s chest as I struggle to catch my breath. "Camden, this is... T
en eyes boring into me. "Do you think I haven't tho
gh me even as his words make my chest tighten. "But Ken
ing my head. "N-no, Camden
y cheek. "You can't tell me you don't feel
olve. "It doesn't matter what I want," I say, t
in. "Tell me, principessa-does this feel wrong?" He presses his lips
my emotions a tangled mess. "Camd
impossibly close to mine. "Stop runnin
s touch, his presence, is everything I need right
ength, pressed into every inch of me. He kisses along my neck, the light scr
s he slowly tears down my
shirt, and he latches onto a
scaping me as waves of heat a
h school, since my one and only boy
en with a man
flicking it lightly before sucking, and it
s, needing more,
ng me for what feels like forever, he slides my
at me with a heated gaze that makes
his sweats, see how long and
even goi