Page 36 of The Devil's Waltz

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she replies in a steady voice, despite the thundering beat of her heart.

“If you want me to stop at any time, you just need to tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” she confirms, nodding for extra measure.

“Take a deep breath,” I say softly, holding my tip at her entrance. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to slam into her, but as badly as the monster in me desires to claim her, I want her to enjoy this.

Camille inhales slowly, her chest rising as her heart pounds. She licks her lips, keeping her eyes locked on mine as I slide one hand from her stomach up her chest, then cradle the side of her neck. I push inside her an inch, and she grips me like a vise, hissing out a shaky breath. Her brows knit in concentration, her cheeks flushing a deep pink.

“Exhale now,” I murmur, stroking her jaw with my thumb as I push in a bit more. “Keep breathing slowly and try to relax.”

She nods.

The determination in her expression makes my lips curl into a faint grin as I bury another inch of myself between her thighs, reveling in how tightly she grips me. Once I’m fully sheathed inside her, I dip my face toward her and capture her lips with mine, kissing her deeply. When I pull away from her mouth, I kiss each of her cheeks, her forehead, then lastly, the tip of her nose.

She laughs softly and finally begins to relax around me.

I give her a few minutes to adjust, kissing her until her eyes flutter shut. The kiss turns feverish, and when her hips start making little circular movements beneath me, I pull back, splaying my fingers across her cheek.

“I’m going to move now,” I tell her.

She blinks her eyes open, meeting my gaze, and dreamily offers a soft, “Okay.”

I pull out almost completely before carefully pushing back in.

She clenches around me, making a quiet sound at the back of her throat, a mix between pleasure and pain.

It spurs me to repeat the action a few more times until sweat dots her brow and her cheeks and chest are flushed.

“How does that feel?”

Camille licks her lips before she says, “It’s a lot, but I think I like it.”

I chuckle softly, stirring the hair at her temple. “Youthink? Perhaps I’m not doing a good enough job.” I thrust harder, reaching a deeper spot that makes her lips part in a silent gasp.

“Do that again,” she pants.

My lips twist into a grin, and I happily oblige once, twice, three moretimes until she’s writhing under me and breathing hard. I pick up speed and angle my hips to reach another new depth, gripping her hips to hold her in place.

She tightens around me, trying to muffle the sound of her moans by pressing her lips together as I reach between us to strum her clit with deft fingers.

“I want to hear you,” I purr in a smooth voice, encouraging her not to hold back.

Her heart lurches and her lips part as she stops fighting her own pleasure. She sucks in a sharp breath, clinging to me as another orgasm slams into her, making her cry out.

I roll my hips, pushing into her at a faster pace as the muscles in my stomach coil tighter. Her soft mewls of pleasure ricochet around my head, and I barrel toward my own climax, grunting deeply at its powerful arrival.

Holding still inside her as she continues pulsing, I close my eyes and try to commit this feeling of bliss to memory. Then I slowly pull out, enjoying the way she shivers in the delight of orgasmic aftershocks, then drop onto the bed beside her. Our heavy breathing the only sound in the room as we stare at the ceiling.

Pressure pours into my chest and my jaw hardens with tension as I grit my teeth against the unfamiliar and sharply overwhelming sensations flooding through me. When Camille slides her fingers through mine, my next breath gets caught halfway up my throat.

“Was that okay?” she asks in a small voice.

The tightness in my chest squeezes painfully, and I turn my face toward her, biting my tongue until I taste blood. How do I saythat was everythingto the person I’m going to destroy?

TWELVECAMILLE

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