Mag-log inCamille“Do you think this is okay?” I ask, doing a thirty-six in front of Salvatore, while he fixes his cufflinks.He doesn’t say anything but gets closer, snaking an arm around my waist, pressing into me.“I think you look more beautiful with nothing on you,” he whispers, kissing my face and neck. Giggles ripple from my lips, pushing him back even though I just want to be with him tonight.“Come on. We need to get going, or we are going to be late.” I push him back.“I think they can wait if I decide to be with my wife,” he says, dragging the word ‘wife’.My stomach twists, and I can swear I feel butterfly flutters in my stomach as I wrap my arms around his neck.“As much as that sounds so beautiful. Olivia insisted that we have to be early, not to piss off the already pissed off Wolf King.” I push him back, my hand reaching for his tie and fixing it for him.“No. I want to be with you. Just for a few more minutes,” he whimpers, pouting, and I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head,
CamilleI didn’t understand what they meant by knot, but now that I’ve experienced it? I want nothing more than Salvatore inside me every minute.But during the night, he took time to help me shower, then made love to me, ever so gently, then he held me the entire night. But when I wake up in the morning, my entire body aches, and he’s gone.I’m alone in the bedroom, the smell of sex and sweat lingering in the air. I blink back my tears. He didn’t leave. He didn’t leave me alone in this room after the kind of night we had.“Tore?” I call, hoping he might be in the bathroom or closet. There’s an ache between my legs, but that’s nothing compared to how my heart aches. I blink back my tears. Walking to the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror. I have hickeys all over my neck, but the one that is a bit embarrassing is the one on my shoulder, where he bit me.I do my business, then quickly take a shower before going to get ready. I keep looking towards the door, hoping he will come th
CamilleMy hands reach for his jacket, pulling it off him, my lips demanding more. I want him. I want every part of him. I leaned into him, ripping the dress off. But his hands reach for the dress I was wearing. Ripping it off my body. “No. Tore, I like the dress.” I whispered.He groans; his voice sounds so feral.“I’m not fucking you with a dress bought by another man,” he growls, his voice gravelly deep as he rips the dress in two. He pulls away from me and rips off his shirt, and he’s on me again, claiming my lips; his hand grips my thigh, lifting it. My hands reach for his curls and yank his head back. He groans in my mouth, and the sound is so beautiful.Sending a chill through my body, pooling in my core. His hand goes between our bodies, sliding into my pants, his finger sliding between my slits.“Fuck Cami…I love how you always are fucking wet for me,” he growls in my mouth. I pull him into me, deepening the kiss. Our tongues tangled in each other’s mouths while my other ha
CamilleI didn’t want to look at him; I tried the entire night not to look at them. But every time my gaze meets his, he’s staring at me, but has Jenny on his arm.Leon tells another joke about wolves, and I laugh, my eyes searching for him. Salvatore Pavrd, the man who should have brought me here. The man who should be telling me everything, but my body goes still when I look at him touching her face.I shouldn’t feel anything. God, I shouldn’t be upset, but my breath catches, and tears prick my eyes when his thumb brushes her lip. It seems so intimate, and he’s so oblivious to the eyes watching him.“Oh, my god. They look so perfect together.” Murmurs fill my ears as I watch him.“Aww… He’s so in love with her,” another one says, and I blink back my tears.“I would like some air,” I whisper to Leon, clenching tight to my clutch. “You okay?”“Yes. I just…” I glance at him, tears threatening to fall. I swear, if I don’t leave, everything I have been holding back will come flooding.H
Salvatore“I spoke to Eric. He asked about you,” Jenny says, drinking from her third glass of champagne since we arrived over an hour ago at this ball.But my mind drifts off to Camille and how she looked at me like I was the world to her, but suddenly, yesterday, everything just went crumbling down. I shouldn’t be guilty because this is what she signed up for.When she found out about the ball, she lost it, but the contract was clear that she won’t be seen on my arm at events, so how the fuck do I want her on my arm right now instead of the woman I have spent my life loving? Why does this feel so fucking wrong?“Earth to Turi,” Jenny smirks, snapping her fingers in my face, and I raise a brow.“What?”She chuckles, coming to stand in front of me. “You’re not doing that tonight, Turi.”“I’m sorry, Jen.”“What’s on your mind?” She asks, and suddenly my breath catches. A lot is on my mind, but tonight all I can think about is that brown-eyed woman I left back in my room. But I can’t tel
CamilleI should have said no. I never should have said yes to this whole thing. Now that I stand here in front of this mirror, I just want to go back to my sweatpants and oversized shirts.“Wow! I don’t know whether to hate the wolf king or love him for this,” Olivia says when I run my hands over my curves, my breath catching.The dress hugs my curves so well, and I can’t help but admire myself. I turn my back towards the mirror, then glance at my back, it’s a one-shoulder, sleeveless, floor-length, backless black dress with a ruched back that makes it look like a deep V, which hangs low but not to show my ass.“Sexy” Olivia is beaming with a smile as she gives me a clutch.“I don’t think Salvatore will approve,” I mutter. Not sure if this is a good idea anymore. I don’t know why I went with this place because I wanted to see Salvatore’s face, but now I don’t like the idea.“Let him. He chose that long-legged giraffe over you,” she says, and I burst out laughing, unable to hold back.







