Seventy-Eight Vincent

I could kiss Camilla for the rest of eternity and never tire of it. It was the only time my bruised and wounded soul knew peace. The only time I felt anything besides that gnawing, aching emptiness. I craved her, this, and especially the soft sounds she made as my hand roamed over her body, squeezing at her breasts. She had truly terrified me when she said she would leave. Something in me had snapped, awakening the ugly beast in me. Protective and feral, it feared losing this haughty witch more than the demon goddess that had created it.

“Vincent,” she moaned against my mouth. I kissed her once more before forcing myself away from her lips. I lowered my head and traced the neckline of her dress, her skin soft against my tongue. She tasted of the sea, a raging, powerful force that had the potential to drown me, and gods above, I wanted to drown.

Her fingers slid into my hair at my nape and fisted as I pulled the top of her dress down with my teeth, exposing her nipple. My mouth clamped over it before she had time to register what I was doing. Camilla’s head lolled against the door, and her body rocked forward on a gasp, her hips writhing against mine. I lapped at the tight bud, pulling at it with my teeth. She hissed, grinding into me a fraction harder with every deep suck. It drove me wild, and I slid my hand into her dress, plucking at her other nipple.

Camilla’s hand tightened in my hair. “Vincent!”

I slid my hands down her sides and reluctantly released her nipple, leaving it swollen and slick from my mouth. I grasped her dress and gathered it in my fists, pulling it up her body.

“I’d fall to my godsdamn knees right now to have just a taste of you,” I said, trailing a blistering path up the column of her throat. “To see how far I could stick my tongue in you before you screamed, but she’d taste it.”

“Good,” was Camilla’s breathless response before she nipped at my lips.

I groaned as I lifted her dress to her hips and pressed my leg between her thighs, spreading them wider. “I want to fuck you so badly, Camilla. You are all I think about, all I dream about, all I want.”

Camilla moaned as I pressed into her harder, her lips slanting over mine as she cupped my face. She ground against my leg, but it wasn’t enough, not for me, and definitely not for her. My hand splayed against the door near her head, my other slipping beneath her thigh. She lifted her knee and hooked it at my hip, opening eagerly to me. I shifted my thigh away from her core to allow my hand access, dancing my fingers across her panties and lightly brushing at her clit.

Her eyes widened a fraction, lust pooling in their depths as her lips parted on another gasp.

“I want to have you, every single part, but not here, not like this. So can I have a small taste instead?”

I slid my fingers across her once more, marveling at the wetness that I could feel through the thin fabric.

Her hands dropped to the lapels of my jacket, and she fisted the fabric. “Y-yes,” she stammered.

I smiled before kissing her once more. One yank, and I ripped the thin, smooth fabric of her panties before tossing them aside. My hand cupped her pussy, her slick heat coating my fingers as I moved them over her sex, back and forth. She arched into my touch, her hands pulling at my jacket as she pressed herself into my hand. My lips slanted over hers, my tongue swirling in the way I wished I could taste between her legs.

Camilla deepened the kiss, her body trembling as my fingers circled her clit. I slipped my middle finger into her, and she moaned, letting me taste her pleasure. Wet, tight heat greeted me, and I damn near combusted. She rode my hand, clamping around my finger, crying small, desperate sounds into our kiss. My dick grew harder, my pants constricting painfully. I longed to pull my finger from her and replace it with my cock, but I didn’t care about my pleasure. I only cared about her.

All I cared about was Camilla.

She rocked against me, desperate and hungry. Her lips left mine, her eyes wild and filled with need. She panted, her hands pulling on my jacket, using me as leverage to chase her pleasure. Gods, she was the most beautiful woman in any realm.

“Another,” she whispered, and I didn’t have to ask what she meant. I pulled out, her pussy quivering, and then slipped two fingers inside of her.

She moaned and clenched around me so tightly it was almost uncomfortable. I groaned, imagining feeling that around my cock. Her head fell back, and she ground her clit against my palm.

“Gods, Camilla. I want to feel you dripping down my cock as I take you.”

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please, Vincent. I need . . .”

Camilla begging was my new favorite. I knew I wanted to hear her do it over and over again. Her pussy clenched and trembled around my fingers. Her mouth was mere inches from mine, our breath mingling. It was the perfect fucking torture to have her, yet not.

I twisted my hand and curled my fingers inside her, sliding firmly along her inner wall. Her head tipped back, and she grabbed my wrist, grinding my palm against her clit. “Come for me,” I whispered and leaned forward to suck her nipple into my mouth. She went rigid and then came apart, hot liquid pouring from her quivering pussy. I covered her mouth with my free hand, and she screamed into my palm. Her entire body trembled, and I leaned against her, pressing her against the wall to keep her upright. Her eyelids fluttered, and she rocked helplessly against my hand as I wrung every last bit of her orgasm from her.

Camilla panted as I gently pulled my fingers from her. She kept a hold of my wrist and raised my hand to her lips. I watched in pure amazement as she sucked both fingers into her mouth, licking them clean, and I swore I could feel her tongue doing the same to my cock. My shaft throbbed painfully, and I groaned as she played her tongue over my fingers. I met her gaze and saw the magic swirling in her eyes, and I knew what she was doing. She sucked harder, and her cheeks hollowed, my body jerking.

“Camilla,” I whispered, and I could hear the pleading in my voice.

She took my fingers deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking. My head fell back, and I widened my stance. My hips thrust against hers as if I could feel her head between my legs and her lips around my cock. She lovingly continued, gagging wetly on my fingers. My spine tingled, and my balls tightened.

“Fuuuck, Camilla.” Her eyes watered, and her cheeks were flushed a beautiful pink. “Please . . . please.”

I didn’t even know what I was begging for, only that I couldn’t stop. Another swirling caress of her tongue over my fingertips, and my hand slammed against the wall next to her as I came. And came.

She released my fingers with a pop and licked across her swollen lips. She smiled up at me, and I devoured it, claiming her mouth and the taste of her happiness. I curved into her, her hands holding me close as she returned the kiss as if she never wanted to let me go. I pulled back, my forehead on hers as we tried to catch our breath. We stared at each other, something sharp and forbidden between us, something that would damn us both.

“Camilla, you are . . . I don’t have words.”

She smiled, and godsdamn, how did I not notice that it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen?

A low whistle cut through the room, and my heart stopped. I pulled her away from the door, and it cracked open to reveal Cameron on the other side.

“You know, if you two were so desperate to slip away for a quickie, you should probably have found a place that is a little more private. I mean, these doors aren’t exactly soundproof.”