Page 96 of My Sweetest Agony
Instantly, sleep tugs at me. This warm, blissful place my mind is floating in starts to be encroached on by that welcome darkness that has been so hard to find for so long.
The lights in the studio shut off, and a few seconds later, the bed dips behind me.
Cam settles in at my back. His strong arm wraps around my stomach, and he tugs me up against him—all hard, lean muscle and heat as he presses his lips to the nape of my neck.
“Mmm…” I instinctually shift back even more, rubbing against him, my ass nestled to his crotch, needing the contact, wanting it, despite how drained I already feel.
His cock instantly hardens, and he nips at my collarbone, making me twitch. “I’m trying to be good here, Ivy. I’m trying to let you sleep.”
I arch my neck and tilt my head toward him, then reach and run my hands through his damp hair. My nails score over his scalp, drawing a low groan from him and a shift of his hips that presses his hard cock between my ass cheeks in a way that reawakens the heat I thought had ebbed after what happened on that canvas. “You told me you weren’t good…”
Cam’s own words from earlier seem to hang between us for a moment before he issues a low, muttered curse and tilts my head back enough to kiss me. His tongue delves into my mouth, warring with mine, my body jolting alive again, and my already wrung-out clit throbbing, wanting more of what he gave me only a short time ago.
Why is it like this between us?
What sort of twisted game has fate been playing to lead me here? Into this man’s arms and bed?
All the questions continue to race through my head as the heat builds with his searing kiss, and he slides his left hand from my stomach down between my legs to cup me gently. His lips flutter across mine. “Are you sure, Ivy?”
The promise is there.
He would stop if I said I didn’t want this.
If I chose to drift off to sleep in his arms with his hard cock straining against me, he would gladly let me and hold me all night.
But that isn’t what I want, despite the exhaustion I felt only moments ago.
Back in his arms like this…I want more.
I nod vehemently, pressing my lips to his hungrily. He tugs my left hip over his, spreading me wide so he can delve his fingers between my legs, my body starting to slicken there with my renewed arousal. Heat licks across my skin, every inch of me already aflame. He skims a finger through my folds, dragging the liquid up across my clit, and I groan, arching back even more.
“Fucking hell…” He mutters the words next to my ear, then reaches between us and adjusts his cock so it rests against me, my wetness coating him as he rubs it back and forth, and his fingers play with my most sensitive spot, drenching him even further.
A desperate little mewl slips from my parted lips.
It feels so fucking good that I don’t want it to end.
But I also need more.
Faster.
He seems to sense my growing frustration and alters the angle of his hips so he can slide the head of his cock inside me. I gasp as he spreads me wide, then shoves up, fully impaling me.
I gasp at the sheer force of his entry, and he rolls, taking me with him onto his back so I’m draped across him. With his arms looped over mine, he pins me in place so he can brace his feet into the mattress and hold me hostage.
Completely at his mercy.
Again.
Only, instead of the almost manic pace of earlier, he thrusts up into me slowly. In long, steady strokes that make me feel every single inch of him in exquisite detail.
So unlike what just happened on the canvas.
That was rough and wild.
Fast and hard.
This is…almost reverent.
