The Story of Me (Carnage #2)(83)

“I wish I could kiss away the pain, Kitten. I wish there was a way I could make this better for you.” I let out a small sob as I stroke his face because I know that he would. I have every faith that this man would do everything in his power to make things different. “The best I can do is make you forget for a little while.” He moves further down and flicks his tongue over my clit. He tilts my hips higher and pushes his tongue inside me, and my fingers claw at his scalp.

“God, Cam, f*ck.” His tongue switches from inside me to twirling and flicking over my clit before he spears me with it again. He bites me gently on the inside of my thigh and I let out a sound that’s almost a growl as I pull on his hair. He laughs and looks up at me.

“Fuck, Kitten, I love those noises you make.” The light from the lamp causes the whiskers on his chin to glisten where it’s wet with my juices. It was something I used to love to see and nothing’s changed. He licks and sucks me again as I rock my hips into him. I try and move so his fingers slide inside me, but he moves them away, which just makes me move more. My toes are curling, I need him inside me desperately and I know the only way that’s going to happen is if I ask. He bites and sucks on my thigh again and looks up as he says, “You taste so f*cking good, Kitten, so f*cking good.” I push his hair back off his face and look him in the eye. I don’t know what he sees as he looks up my body and into my eyes, but he gives his head a small shake and says very quietly, “I love the f*ck out of you, Kitten. You have the power to destroy me, please don’t?”

I shake my head. “I f*cking love the f*ck out of you, Tiger. I want and need you inside me. Please make love to me.” His eyes close for a long moment and then he slides up my body. He covers me with his big frame, cocoons and cages me in his big, safe arms as he slides inside me. Our bodies are damp and slick with perspiration. We glisten as the light from the lamp catches us at the right angle, and as I look over his face when he looks over my body, I feel a sense of peace come over me. I’ve no idea what causes it. I don’t know if it’s because Cam has always had the ability to make me feel safe or if it’s just the fact that I feel so comfortable and at home with him. Either way, it feels good and it’s not something I want to lose, ever.

He slides and rocks his hips against mine, slowly at first, but as I respond and wrap my legs around him tighter, his thrusts grow with more urgency. I claw at his back and bum cheeks.

“Fuck, Kitten, I love watching your tits move as I f*ck you.” He leans down and captures my right nipple in his teeth. I’ve never thought my nipples were that sensitive, but the sensation of his teeth and the little spear of pain are apparently enough to have me reaching for my orgasm, and once again, so many emotions come to the surface as I arch my back and cling on.

“Love me, Cam, please. Forgive me and just try and love me. Even though I don’t deserve you, I want you. I need you so much.” I throw my head back, making a loud “ahhhh” sound as I do, followed by another noise that comes from deep within my chest, possibly directly from my heart. I have no control over it. My limbs feel heavy, too heavy for my muscles and bone to hold up as my orgasm rolls through me, over and over again. My insides spasm as my internal muscles tighten around him. He pushes himself up on his arms and looks down at me.

“We’ve got this. We’ve got this, Kitten. We’ll make this work if it f*cking kills us.” All I can do is nod, incapable of speech as I feel him throb and release inside me.





Chapter Nineteen


I wake to a dark bedroom and an empty bed. I stretch and look around for a clock so I can see what the time is. My body clock is all over the place still from the jet lag and I’ve no idea if it’s morning or night. I get up and head for the shower. I feel like I’ve spent a week working out at the gym, even my fingernails ache.

I wash as quickly as possible. The shower is where I usually do my thinking, and right now, I really don’t want to be thinking too much.

I’m in love. I’m in love with Cam and all I want to do is enjoy it. I don’t want to think and overthink the rights and the wrongs of our relationship. I don’t want to feel guilty for being in love. I want just a little bit of time off from feeling sad. I just don’t want to be sad, for a little while at least.

I find a clean T-shirt and a pair of boxers in Cam’s walk-in wardrobe and put them on. I find a comb and run it through my hair, and then put it up in a bun. It’s a mess and needs washing but I can’t take a chance with Cam’s shampoo. It’ll probably end up a frizzy mess if I use his blokey stuff. I once again clean my teeth with his toothbrush and head downstairs; I come to a halt halfway down when I see two women I don’t know in the kitchen, one is cooking, one is sitting at the breakfast bar, typing on a laptop computer.

I look them over as I try to work out who they could be. The woman cooking has her back to me. She has short blonde hair. I can’t tell any more than that. The woman sitting on the stool though, I have a clear view of. She’s also blonde. She looks a little younger than me. She’s dressed in business wear and it’s not cheap. I know for a fact her shoes are Louboutin and the handbag sitting on the floor next to her is from this year’s Fendi collection. I may have spent a year consumed with grief, but I still knew my fashion.

The woman turns around with what looks like a huge frying pan filled with scrambled eggs and her bright blue eyes immediately connect with mine. She looks across to the other woman who still hasn’t noticed me. I take the last few steps down the stairs as the older woman says, “Good morning. Cameron didn’t tell me he had a guest. I’m sorry if I woke you.” Her tone is friendly and her smile seems genuine. She looks about sixty and very attractive, in a no-nonsense sort of way.