Chapter 91: with a gun
Camilla's POV
"You're my world, Camilla."
A wet kiss landed on my shoulder blade, sending tremors rushing through me. "I'm sorry I ever made you feel less."
Everything I’d been trying to suppress hit a hundred. My insides pulsed. "I want you," I whispered, my voice shamelessly raspy.
How did we even get here? I was supposed to still be upset, right?
He tilted my chin, and his lips traced my throat, licking and nibbling, drawing helpless whimpers from me. "You want me. Tell me in what way." His voice was deep, hot, and edged with tiny restraint, like fuel to my flame.
In my defense, only a robot could stay angry with this crazy sensation spinning through my head like it wanted to melt my brain.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, squirming, my legs clenching on
