ragged and fast. He pulled his mouth from hers, closing his lips around one stiff peak and tugging gently. He was rewarded with a soft cry that made him swell and ache and press against her, seeking relief.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes.”
She writhed beneath him, pressing upward, inviting. Heat burned in his belly, his loins, her hand moving between their bodies, wrapping around his hardness so that he moaned, gasping out a strangled sound of pleasure.
She stroked him slowly, almost languidly, raising her head so she could see her hand on his flesh. He followed suit, watching as she pleasured him, and it was far too much and not nearly enough. “Scarlett,” he groaned, a tortured laugh moving up his throat as he placed his hand over hers and removed her grasp. “Later,” he gritted.
She blinked at him, and then a knowing smile tilted her lips. “Yes,” she murmured, as she parted her legs and guided him inside.
He sucked in a breath at the first wet grasp of her body, their eyes meeting in the dim light. Her lashes fluttered and they stared at each other, the moment so intimate he didn’t know if he could bear it, and yet never wanted it to end.
He began to move, his body demanded it, gliding in and out of her in long fluid thrusts. His head lowered, moving to her breast where he took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking to the rhythm of his hips. He was drowning in her, drowning a slow, sweet death. Scarlett gasped and he felt the pull of her muscles deep within. He could feel her ragged breaths against his neck, hear her tiny mewls of pleasure.
Her desire fueled his and with a groan of surrender, he gave in to the lust, letting it sweep him away, moving faster, pleasure rising. He gritted his teeth, holding himself at the brink until he heard her cry out, her body shuddering around him as he came in long rolling waves of ecstasy.
Camden pulled her with him as he rolled to his back, not willing to let her move away, their breathing growing quieter as their heartbeats slowed, a smile of joy spreading across his face. Nothing had ever felt more right.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Thirteen Years Ago
Kandace wrapped the towel around her body quickly as Sydney entered the bathroom, yawning. “Morning,” she said sleepily heading to the sink.
“Good morning,” Kandace said, scooting past her so she could dress quickly in the bedroom. Aurora had left a few minutes before, heading down to the dining room. Kandace turned her back to the closed bathroom door, pulling her underwear, bra, and uniform on quickly. Thank goodness the uniform Lilith House made them wear was oversized and unshapely. She was definitely showing and Sydney, who’d been sharing a room for months now and had seen Kandace in various stages of undress, would notice. How could she not? Maybe it was safe to confide in Sydney, but Kandace wasn’t going to take the chance.
Kandace had accepted her pregnancy, accepted the horrific circumstances under which she’d conceived. But it was still so surreal, so impossible, that she could almost pretend it was all just a great big mistake. A false positive or a . . . chemical pregnancy or something like that.
A tiny tap from within caused her to swallow, fear rolling through her.
No, no mistake. She was pregnant and even now, her child was consistently reminding Kandace of his or her existence.
Sydney exited the bathroom as Kandace was slipping her shoes on. “Another joyous day at Lilith House,” she muttered. “At least there’s dessert to look forward to tonight.”
Kandace froze, straightening. “The Guild is coming to the service? I thought that was next week.” She’d thought she had time to come up with a plan . . . some sort of plan. Feign illness perhaps? But no, wouldn’t they want to examine her if she pretended to be suffering from some malady or another? It would be unwise to go anywhere near the infirmary right now.
Sydney nodded as she pulled on her uniform. “Ms. West mentioned it yesterday. I guess they have something else to do next week so they moved it up.” She waved her hand around as though they weren’t the point. It was the trays of dessert that came along with them that meant something.
Oh God. Kandace’s muscles tensed. If one of them chose her, he’d know. They’d all know.
But if no one did, she’d have an opportunity to break back