Page 135 of Corrupting Camille
Good.
Keeping his gaze captive, I drag my fingers downward, trailing lightly over the curve of my breasts, tracing slow circles around my already aching nipples, watching his mouth part, eyes blazing with hunger.
“Here,” I breathe softly, challenging him again.
He growls quietly, tension rippling through every muscle, but he moves again, mouth following my fingertips, lips brushing gently over each tight, begging peak, tongue flicking just enough to make me gasp, but never fully giving in.
“Lower,” his voice low, daring me back.
I smile slowly, dangerously, sliding my hand down the plane of my stomach, feeling his gaze follow every inch until my fingers dip between my thighs, parting slick, swollen flesh.
“Here…”
His eyes flare violently, every carefully built restraint shattering in an instant. He grips my hips tighter, fingertipsbruising my skin as he jerks me forward, closing the final fraction of distance between us.
“You’re playing a dangerous fucking game, Camille,” he growls, eyes blazing as he stares at my fingers slowly circling my swollen clit. “Careful or I might break more than just my promise.”
I bite my lip, leaning closer, taunting him further. “Maybe I want you to.”
His restraint snaps like a whip cracking through the air, and suddenly he’s falling back onto the bed, dragging me with him. In one breathless second, I’m splayed on top of him, our mouths crashing together, tongues tangling roughly, hungrily. He grips my thighs hard, spreading them wider, fingers digging in, branding my skin with his possession.
“Come sit on your throne, Camille,” he whispers against my mouth.
"Wha…?"
My heart slams violently against my ribs, breath hitching as he pulls me upward, guiding me into position until I’m straddling his face. His eyes blaze into mine, hungry and triumphant as his tongue drags slowly over my dripping folds.
I moan sharply, hips rolling instinctively, hands gripping the headboard for balance as his mouth devours me shamelessly. His tongue plunges deep, fucking me in slow, devastating strokes before flicking relentlessly against my swollen clit.
“Ka-Kane…fuuuck!” I gasp out, grinding desperately against his mouth, thighs trembling violently around his head. He groans roughly against my pussy, the sound vibrating through my core, tongue relentless as he drags it through my soaked folds, licking deep, filthy strokes. His fingers grip my hips with bruising force, guiding me, forcing me to roll my hips against his mouth, to ride his face shamelessly, slow and rhythmic, then fastand reckless like I’m performing the most erotic dance of my life, and he’s determined to taste every desperate move.
I rock harder, grinding myself down onto his tongue, spiraling, losing control with each slick, sinful slide of my clit over his lips. My hands clutch at the headboard, thighs trembling violently around his face as pleasure builds, intense and white-hot, burning through every nerve.
He doesn’t stop.
Doesn’t give me a second to breathe.
Doesn’t let me pretend for one single second that I have any control.
Because this is my throne, and he built it just so he could watch me break on it.
“Fuck…oh god, Kane, yes, right there…fuck…” My voice dissolves into ragged cries, incoherent and raw, hips bucking helplessly against his mouth. My breath shatters into pieces, his tongue thrusting deeper, driving me relentlessly toward the edge, until finally I explode.
I scream.
I shatter into blinding pleasure, my body convulsing wildly above him, every muscle contracting as I ride out wave after wave, flooding his mouth, falling apart so beautifully, so perfectly ruined, all for him.
I’m trembling violently, thighs weak and shaking around his face, pulse hammering so loudly in my ears I can barely hear my own broken breaths. He groans low and filthy, lapping gently, savoring every drop of me as he guides my hips slower, softer, coaxing me gently down from the dizzying high.
My head tips forward, breath coming in ragged gasps, staring down at him as he watches me hungrily from beneath hooded eyes. His mouth is slick, glistening with my arousal, his tongue slowly, deliberately dragging over his bottom lip, savoring me with blatant, wicked satisfaction.
“Kane…” I manage breathlessly, voice raw, barely recognizable as my own.
“You looked beautiful riding my face,” he rasps roughly, voice like gravel and velvet, dark and possessive. “But I need you riding my cock, Camille. I need you to dance for me again…right fucking now.”
His hands tighten, guiding me down onto him, filling me inch by brutal, perfect inch until he’s buried deep inside, claiming every part of me.
“Show me,” he growls, eyes burning into mine, daring me to keep up. “Show me how you good you can grind on my cock.”
