CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
~ Camilla
His filthy words had me trembling, nails digging into the sheets. I could hear him, the slick, obscene sound of his fist on his c**k, the groan gurgling from his chest as he wet his fingers and dragged them between my thighs.
I arched into the touch, desperate, burning. “Please—”
"Please what?" His fingers circling, teasing, just barely dipping inside. "Use your words, baby. Tell me."
But I couldn’t. Not with the way he slid one thick finger into me, curling, finding that spot that made my mind blank and my breath hitch. A broken moan escaped, my hips rocking helplessly against him, chasing more.
He chuckled, wicked and knowing. "That’s it. Take what you need."
And then, his fingers vanished, replaced by the thick, hot press of his c**k nudging against my
