Page 119 of My Sweetest Agony
How can reason exist where Camden Usher does?
He destroyed me last night, shattered me into a million pieces, only to rebuild me and do it all over again.
He will again now.
And I’m going to let him.
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IVY
Everything Cam does is with fervent intent and unbridled determination.
Every brush of his hand across my skin. Each kiss perfectly placed to elicit those little shivers through my body and mewls that fall from my lips whenever he touches me just right.
The man knows what he’s doing, and good God, when all his passion and attention focuses on me, it would be impossible not to be entrapped in his snare.
His fingers brush along the waistband of my leggings as he kisses me, urging me to lift my hips so he can peel them down and toss them behind him. I clutch at his jacket, not wanting him to pull away, not wanting to end the kiss, but he chuckles against my lips, low and dark, the sound making my clit throb where it’s currently pinned to his hard cock.
“I’m more than willing to fuck you like this, Ivy, but I will say, I enjoy it far more when I get to see all of you.”
The lust thickening his words ushers a little thrill through me, and I know he isn’t just saying them to stroke my ego.
He wants to see me.
All of me.
The good.
The bad.
The ugly.
The things I want to keep hidden.
I watched the man paint me last night, spend hours on my form, highlighting every curve, every dimple, every scar, every line of my body so perfectly it almost looked like a photograph by the time it was completed. Seeing the final result this morning made me believe those people who say God speaks through the hands of artists—because Cam made me see God and captured the aftermath with such utter precision and clarity it could only come from a divine hand.
He brushes his thumb across my trembling bottom lip. “What are you thinking about?”
I shake my head, trying to clear the haze of my desire surging through me. “What?”
“Your cheeks just got very pink, and your thighs tightened around me.”
Shit.
It wasn’t soley my mind wandering to those carnal memories. My body remembers it all with vivid clarity and wants more.
So much more.
“I was thinking about you painting me last night…”
His eyes flare wide, the heat in them blazing even hotter. “Did you like that?” He slips his thumb into my mouth, and there’s something so erotic about tasting his skin this way that I moan around it. “Lying there naked with my cum dripping out of you while I painted every inch of your beautiful body?”
He cups me between my legs possessively, a low growl rumbling in his chest against mine as a moan slips from my lips around his thumb.
There’s no way he can’t feel how soaked I am already, how slick and ready my cunt is for him.
And I can’t deny it.
