orgasm looming just on the horizon. He crooks his finger in a come-hither gesture that has me panting and my hips jerking wildly. He’s rubbing against something inside me that has me seeing stars. Something that hasn’t happened since I last slept with him.
“That’s it. You’re almost there, aren’t you? God, I’ve missed this.”
I groan.
Christ, I’ve missed his dirty talk almost as much as I’ve missed him.
My orgasm barrels into me, and I cry out, my walls clamping around his finger. He slides up my body and seals his mouth over mine, swallowing my moans. I taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes my core clench with desire.
Reeve angles his cock against my entrance, and without much warning, he slides in, and we both groan at the pleasure that encapsulates us. He pauses there, his cock filling and stretching me in the best of ways.
“Fuck me, please,” I moan, raking my nails down his back, needing him to move. He grunts in pleasure and pain, and his hips pull out, then slam into me. I grasp onto the sheets for support as he pounds into me. With his hands gripping my hips, Reeve pumps into me. He stares down at his cock disappearing in and out of me. His shaft is glistening, and I toss my head back and close my eyes when he changes the angle, stroking deeper. He’s hitting that spot again, and when his thumb finds purchase on my clit, I feel on the verge of falling apart around him.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunts out between thrusts.
I shake my head, not wanting to say it. He knows it’s the truth, just as much as I do, but saying it out, admitting that to him is admitting defeat, and I can’t do that. I refuse to do that.
His thrusts quicken, and he strokes my clit faster now. Dipping down, he takes a nipple into his mouth, running his teeth over the sensitive flesh. My walls clench around him as my orgasm comes barreling into me, front and center, demanding to be recognized.
“Say it, Camila. Fucking say it.”
I still refuse, and I cry out when he pulls out of me and drops back down my body, fluttering his tongue over my clit. I toss my head back and choke on the pleasure that’s rolling through me in waves.
“Yes! God, yes!”
“Say it, Camila,” he grits, his voice on the verge of losing all control.
“I’m yours,” I groan in defeat. Those are the magic words because he slides back inside me, and this time, he takes no prisoners. Each thrust is expertly placed, and it’s not long before, I’m coming around him and falling apart beneath him. My walls squeeze his shaft, and I clutch onto him like he’s my lifeline, and I’m trying to stay afloat.
I feel his warmth inside me, and when he drops down on top of me, holding himself up so he doesn’t crush me, I allow myself this small moment of reprieve. Before the thoughts dissolve this moment. Dissolve my small bubble of happiness.
“Don’t do that,” he urges.
“This was a mistake,” I whisper, my bottom lip trembling. It’s come a lot sooner than I expected.
“It’s not, and you know it. Tell me the last time you’ve felt like this? Tell me.”
I look away because I can’t. I haven’t felt this way since him, but I can’t justify it either because he’s a cheater. I’ve become that girl who doesn’t know what’s good for her, and she’s fallen back into the arms of the man who broke her. The man who doesn’t deserve her.
Scrambling off the bed, I hurry to gather my clothes. I need to get away from him. I need to run. I need to—
I jerk to a halt once I have my panties and shirt on. My chest is heaving, my heart banging against the bones recklessly as I work to summon my strength. This is my place. I shouldn’t have to leave. I shouldn’t have to be the one running away from him. He needs to be the one leaving. Going far, far away because it’s blatantly obvious I cannot be trusted around this man.
“Get out.”
“Camila, wait. Just hear me out—”
“Please, Reeve. Please just go. If you ever felt anything for me at all, you’ll leave.”
His chest rises on a sharp inhale, and I swear I see pain flit across his face before it’s back to that blank mask. He nods, mostly to himself, then slowly rises from the bed.