Page 34 of Corrupting Camille
Not with him inside me like this, filling me, fucking me, breaking me in all the places I used to be strong. My lashes flutter, vision blurring as he buries himself to the hilt and stays there, grinding slow, deep, and possessive.
I gasp. “More…”
It slips out before I can stop it.
“More,” I beg again. “Please… I need…”
He stills.
His chest rises and falls against mine, rough and heaving, and for a split second I think I’ve ruined it. Pushed too far. Asked for more than even he is willing to give.
Then his mouth curves.
A slow, feral grin.
“I knew it,” he says. “I knew you’d break so fucking pretty.”
In the next second, I’m weightless.
Flipped onto my stomach, forced flat against the bed with my ass high, my body trembling from the sudden shift. One hand spreads across my lower back, the other tangling tight at the base of my skull. His fingers yank, and I writhe.
He pulls my hips up and open, pushing me into the mattress until my cheeks against the sheets, breath hot and ragged as he positions himself behind me.
And then he slams into me again.
No warning. No softness.
He fucks me like he owns me, like every part of me, every thought, every hole, every fucking sob is his.
My hair’s an anchor in his grip, every backward tug matched with a brutal thrust that rips another sound from my throat. I claw at the sheets, nails catching on fabric, eyes rolling back as shame and arousal flood through me in equal waves.
I should be humiliated.
I should be ashamed.
But I’m not.
I’m soaked. Clenching. Moaning.
And he knows.
His mouth brushes my neck, his voice a low rasp that burns straight through me.
“Now,” he whispers, voice wicked and slow. “Show me how much more you can take.”
He pounds into me harder, relentless and punishing, and I sob into the sheets, loud and unfiltered, my entire body vibrating beneath the force of it.
It’s unbearable.
It’s addictive.
It’s perfect.
I don’t know where I end and he begins anymore. I don’t care. I just want him to keep going. To keep taking. Until there’snothing left but his breath in my lungs, his fingerprints on my skin, and his taste in my mouth.
When it finally ends, when my body collapses under the weight of it all, boneless and raw, he doesn’t let me go.
He pulls me back into his chest, strong arms coiled around my waist, keeping me there.
