Page 18 of The Stone Survival
My love.
My everything.
She weeps for me, coating me in her arousal. I will never tire of watching her take all of me. Never tire of the wet slap of flesh on flesh or the way she stretches to accommodate me, because she was made for me. Mine. Every fucking inch.
My fingers flex on her. Tight. Bruising. She cries out and slams her hips back against me, taking more of me as she comes around me, squeezing me so tightly that I lose my fucking mind and fill her with my seed.
We rock together until her sobs of release quiet to whimpers. Only then do I withdraw from her, dripping and still semihard.
I kiss her back and her nape, then climb off the bed to grab a washcloth to clean up.
She follows me into the bathroom and hugs me from behind. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you more, Cameron.” I turn to wrap her in my arms and just hold her.
“You know what would make this night perfect?” she asks.
I reach between her thighs to wipe her gently. “What?” I know I was rough. Know she might be tender now.
She sighs and parts her thighs for me. “Ice cream. There’s some in the lounge mini fridge.”
I finish cleaning her and drop a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I can get it.”
“Nope. You need to rest after that epic orgasm you just gave me.” She grabs a robe and pulls it on. “I’ll be right back.”
I wrap a towel around my waist and trail her to the door. She opens it, and I grab her around the waist, spinning her back to me and kissing her again.
There’s a crash and Cameron jolts, breaking the kiss. I spot Curi over her head, a glass of water smashed on the ground at his feet, shards of glass everywhere. But it’s his expression that stabs me in the heart.
Pure, utter devastation.
“Curi?” Cameron slips out of my arms.
He turns on his heel and strides out of the lounge.
She looks up at me, imploring me to understand with her beautiful gray eyes. “Serath, I have to…”
I force a smile. “Go.”
CHAPTER 9
CAMERON
“Curi, wait!” I ran to catch up with him, stopping him in the stairwell. “Wait. We need to talk.”
He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, the hard look was gone, replaced by raw, aching pain. “There is nothing to talk about. You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re with your mate. The most natural thing in the world. I just…I’m not ready to see it.”
My throat throbbed. “I’m sorry. I wish…”
“What?” His eyes blazed. “Whatdoyou wish, Cameron?”
I shook my head, dislodging tears. “I don’t know…Just…I wish that this didn’t hurt you so much.” That it didn’t hurt me so much to see him hurt.
He sucked in a breath, his expression closing off, lip curling wryly. “I’ll do my best to temper my emotions.” He turned away and started down the steps.
My heart sank. “I didn’t mean it that way. Wait—” I grabbed his arm, and he spun and faced me, dark eyes burning a path across my face.
“What? What do you want from me, Cameron? What do you want that I haven’t already given you?”
