CAMILLA
That shattered the last thread of his restraint.
He crashed into me, his mouth, his body, and his everything.
It wasn’t a kiss, it was a f*****g collision. Hot, angry, and wild. His teeth caught my bottom lip, his tongue claiming mine like he had every right, and maybe he did.
I moaned into him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifted me like I weighed nothing, slamming me back against the wall.
His c**k, thick, and hard, grinding against my soaked core through layers of fabric which made me cry out.
Even clothed, it was torture; pure, filthy torture.
I hated him. I did but my body wanted him.
His hips ground into me like punishment, hard and relentless, the pressure dragging another breathy cry from my throat.
His c**k pressed right where I needed him, even th
