Camilla’s POV.
His lips were so soft on mine. His hold on me was so gentle, as if he was scared, I might break if he tightened his grip.
My head spun, my knees buckled, and the world around me began to blur. I was slowly losing myself to his temptation.
I shut my eyes, savoring every sweetness of his lips and the heat that had begun to rise between us.
I melted by his touch and reflexively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, sucking his tongue as if my life depended on it.
Then, it hit me.
No.... Camilla. You aren’t supposed to be doing this with a stranger.
With a sudden gasp, I jolted back to my senses. I pushed him away with all the strength in me.
“Get your filthy hands off me!!” I yelled and my palm struck his cheek, before I even thought it through.
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