Page 23 of Ravage

What feels like an eternity later, my orgasm finally starts to build, and my body begins to tremble.

"There it is," Cam murmurs, his eyes flaring as he watches me shake beneath him.

I curl my toes, my entire body tensing in anticipation. He increases the pressure on my clit a fraction as he thrusts his fingers deep into my pussy. He releases his hold on my hair and grabs the condom wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it on one handed while he continues to fuck me with his hand.

No, this isn't fucking. This is something else. And I don't know how to handle it.

My back arches off the bed as the orgasm finally crashes over me, and I throw my head back, moaning his name.

"Hm, not quite loud enough," he says, yanking his hand away and slamming into me.

My inner walls clamp around him as a second, more powerful orgasm hits me, spurred on by the way his cock hits my g-spot.

"Fuck!" I scream, writhing beneath him as he rolls his hips, his eyes on my face as my lips part in a silent moan.

Good lord.

This man has my body screaming in ways that only one other man has before.

He moves inside me at the same slow pace he'd set with hisfingers, holding me captive with that intense gaze. Like he can see every part of me.

I feel vulnerable. Exposed. And it's terrifying.

But my body is under his spell. I wrap my legs around him, hooking my foot around my other ankle and pulling him in deep.

Cam's eyes flare in warning when I try to meet his thrusts and get him to move faster. He grips my hair again before clamping the other hand on my hip and pinning me to the bed.

He knows exactly what I'm doing and has no intention of allowing it. Ignoring my thighs grip on his waist, he continues the slow, rolling motion with his hips, lowering his lips to mine to kiss me softly.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

My body melts into his, surrendering to his unspoken demands to bend to his will as his tongue strokes mine.

His lips never leave mine, even as he starts thrusting harder. It's been years since I've fucked in the missionary position, and I'm realising why.

It feels too much like making love. And I don't do that. Sebastian and I only kiss during foreplay, and there's no emotion behind it.

But kissing Cam, while he slides in and out of me, has so many emotions building inside me as another orgasm rises within me. When he pulls me over the edge with him as he comes, tears prick my eyes.

I'm overwhelmed.

I'm feeling things.

I'm fucked.

Once Cam slides out of me, I scramble off the bed.

"Well, this has been fun," I say, tripping over my words.

Hepulls off the condom and tosses it in the bin, raising an eyebrow. "Fun, huh?"

"Yep." I grab my dress and move quickly towards the door. "Bye."

And like the chicken I am, I flee back to the safety of my people. I find Sebastian and grip the front of his shirt. "I need you to fuck me, right now. Hard."

He raises an eyebrow as his eyes run over my face. I've never once asked him for sex like that. Like I need it to remind me who I am.

---