My Husband's Son

Chapter Four

CAMILLA

I came to this hotel to forget Dylan, to drown all my pain in a drink and if the universe allowed, to get f****d rightly and I must say this stranger is a very good kisser.

I have no idea how we got to his hotel room door but he slammed me up against the wall as he struggled to grabbed my ass and pulled me tighter to him as his teeth ravaged my neck. “Door,” I panted. “Open the damn door.”

I was pretty sober by now and God . . . I’ve never felt this lust for Dylan before. He opened the door, kicked it shut and threw me onto the bed.

My chest rises and falls as we stare at each other, and the air between crackles with electricity.

“I don't usually do this, you know,” I said him.

“I know,” he breathed. “I wouldn’t want to corrupt you.”

“But this is a special situation,” I whispered. “So . . . so special.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Of course it is.”

I stared at him for a moment as I tried to clear my arousal fog. My s*x is throbbing and pleading for his body. “It would be a shame to . . .” My voice trailed off.

“I know.” He licked his lips in appreciation as his eyes roam over my body. “Such a f*****g shame.”

He took his shirt off over his shoulders, and my breath stopped. He has a broad, muscular chest with olive skin and a scattering of hair that runs from his navel and disappears down into his pants. His hair is dark, and his eyes are a brilliant green—but it’s the power behind them that has me aching for him to take me. There’s an edge to his touch that I’ve never felt before.

He’s all male and pure domination. There’s no mistaking who’s in charge here.

Something about this man has opened up another side of me that I didn’t know existed. I know he could have any woman in the world he wants.

And at this moment, he wants me.

With his eyes locked on mine and in slow motion, he unzips his pants and pulls his d**k out. And my heart is in overdrive. Is this really happening?

Oh. My. God.

This is like reality porn . . . only ten times better.

What the hell am I doing here? I’m a good girl, and good girls don’t do bad things with men like this.

His eyes are locked on mine, and his jaw clenches. “Get over here Camilla,” he murmurs darkly.

It's like a command and I got up on all fours and crawled to him.

He dragged me off the bed and in one moment has my shorts and panties on the floor. He pulled my shirt off over my head and throws my bra to the side.

Then he stopped still . . . and in slow motion, with his hands clenched by his sides, his eyes drop down my body. He drinks me in, and I felt the heat as his gaze skims my skin.

Dylan had never looked at me like this,he was always so quick to satisfy his desire. Perhaps that's why I’ve no idea if this was how a man looks at a woman when every ounce of his being wants her. Because I swear to God, I’ve never seen this look before in my life.

“You are thinking of him, aren't you, Camilla?"

"I ...."

"On your back,” he murmurs.

And I began to panic, he seemed to notice and took me in his arms and kissed me deeply as he holds my face in his hands. “Don't be scared Camilla” he said.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered softly, before taking my lips. His tongue slowly sliding through my mouth with just the right amount of suction.

My knees nearly buckle underneath me.

He laid me down and spread my legs and smiled darkly as he kissed his way down my body.

No amount of alcohol could have prepared me for this. He lifted my legs and put my feet onto his shoulders and then drops my knees wide.

I am completely open for him, and he took me with no reservations and sucked hard.

I arched off the bed. “Ah!” I cry.

But he gave me no mercy as he drives one of his thick fingers into my s*x and begins to pump me hard.

His tongue is on my c******s, and his fingers are on my G-spot. What the actual hell is going on here? My body began to quiver like a puppet . . . his puppet.

I was right the man’s a god.

My legs lift off his shoulders by themselves, and I convulsed as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me.

He kisses me again and my legs open by themselves once more. He got up and took four condoms from his wallet, opened one, and handed it to me. “Put it on me.”

I took it from him and bend to kiss him softly on his d**k before I roll the condom on.

He smiled broadly as he fell onto his back, pulled me over him, and dragged my face to his. “You’ll f**k me first,” he murmured against my lips, “and then I’ll f**k you when you’re warmed up.”

I smiled against his mouth. “I only f**k once, Luca, and then I fall asleep.”

He gave me a slow, sexy smile. I straddled his body as our kisses become desperate.

“Ow,” I whimpered as I took him in.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “Wiggle from side to side.”

He cupped my breasts in his hands as he stared up at me in what seems like awe.

I smile down at him. “What?”

“They are heavenly.” He said as a matter of factly

I giggled down at him. “I think they are too big.”

“No.” He grabbed my hips and slammed me down, and our mouths fell open in pleasure.

Oh . . . he’s . . .

“So f*****g tight,” he groaned.

With our eyes locked, he slowly moved me up and down.

His eyes were hooded as he looked up at me, and I leaned forward and kiss him softly.

“Do you know how perfect you feel inside me?” I whispered, and then I licked his open mouth.

His eyes roll back in his head. “I am fucked.” He picked me up by the hip bones and slammed me back down on his c**k, and I moaned out loud at the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the hilt.

I loved how he’s losing control. It’s making me crazy. And then my mouth latched on to his neck, and I sucked hard as I rode him.

He hissed, and as if he’s completely losing control, he bucked me off and pulled out and threw me onto my back. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and slammed in deep,so deep that the air is knocked from my lungs.

We stare at each other as something intimate runs between us. A closeness that the reality of the situation shouldn’t allow. “Don’t look at me like that,” I whispered to break the seriousness of the moment, “or I’m going to give you another hickey.”

His eyes widen. “I better not have a f*****g hickey Camilla.”

I laughed out loud as I look at the huge purple welt rising on his neck. God, what the hell? I’ve been reading way too many vampire romances. “Will you be in trouble with your mother?” I teased.

He only laughed and slammed into me and hit just the right spot, and I moaned. Oh . . . this man knows his way around a woman’s body.

His eyes closed in pleasure, and he pumps me at piston pace. I grabbed on to him moaning out Luca as I came. He held himself deep and cried out into my neck, and I feel his c**k jerk as it released.

When I thought it was over, he turned me to my belly and said, "We are just getting started, dulcis mea"