Sofia
Cameron tilted my chin up, his grip just firm enough to say look at me. His eyes burned—dark, ravenous, drenched in satisfaction—and f**k if that didn’t light me up all over again. “You did so well,” he said, voice thick with praise, slow and deliberate.
It didn’t match the filth he’d been whispering minutes ago, but somehow that made it hotter. Like he could ruin me and still hold me after.
I bit down on my lip, heat blooming up my neck like a goddamn sunrise I couldn’t stop. A shaky, awkward laugh slipped out, my brain still spiraling from what had just happened—what he had just done to me. “I… I can’t believe we just… that I—”
The words caught, twisted, too messy to spit out. I let him touch me like that. I wanted it like that. And holy f**k, I loved every filthy second of it
