Semua Bab The Den of Desires (Erotica Short Stories): Bab 41 - Bab 50

CAMILLA That shattered the last thread of his restraint.He crashed into me, his mouth, his body, and his everything. It wasn’t a kiss, it was a fucking collision. Hot, angry, and wild. His teeth caught my bottom lip, his tongue claiming mine like he had every right, and maybe he did.I moaned into him, wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifted me like I weighed nothing, slamming me back against the wall.His cock, thick, and hard, grinding against my soaked core through layers of fabric which made me cry out. Even clothed, it was torture; pure, filthy torture.I hated him. I did but my body wanted him. His hips ground into me like punishment, hard and relentless, the pressure dragging another breathy cry from my throat. His cock pressed right where I needed him, even through his pants, and it was maddening, not enough, but still too much to ignore.“You say you hate me,” Rhysand growled, mouth grazing my jaw, breath hot and dangerous. “But your pussy’s soaked for me. You’re

CAMILLA I hated myself.No matter how hard I tried to focus, on my training, on the Pack's growing territory disputes, even on my damn coffee, I couldn’t stop replaying the night before. Every sharp touch, every growled word from Rhysand echoed in my skull like a curse. It wasn’t supposed to happen.I wasn’t supposed to let him touch me like that. Use me like that and yet…Goddess, my body betrayed me.The way his hands had pinned me, the way I’d arched into him instead of pulling away, it made my stomach twist. I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve walked away the moment his lips crashed onto mine. But I didn’t and now I was left with a memory that was equal parts shame and unbearable heat.I scrubbed the inside of my mug with more force than necessary, standing at the Pack house kitchen sink. The ceramic clinked dangerously against the counter, but I didn’t care. Let it break. Everything else already had.Worse than my shame, though, was him. Rhysand. Acting like nothing had happ

RHYSAND Her thighs were glistening, and ripping.My cock kicked hard in my pants at the sight. Fucking hell.I took her nipple in my mouth again and let go it with a wet pop, dragging my tongue slowly across the peak one last time. Her breath hitched, sharp, shaky, and completely wrecked.The sound did something filthy to me.I moved to the other one, mouth latching on like I hadn’t eaten in days. I licked, sucked, nibbled, and tasted her skin like it was mine.Because it was mine.Every whimper, every arch of her back, every tremble of her thighs against me, it was all mine."Fuck, Camilla," I growled against her breast. "You're so goddamn sweet. I could devour you for hours. You’d beg me to stop, and I still wouldn’t. I’d keep eating you until you forgot your own name.”Her nails scraped down my back, a feral gasp escaping her. Her hips bucked, searching for desperate friction. She was fucking soaked, I could smell it.I could feel it radiating heat against my abdomen.I could see

CAMILLA I didn’t bother knocking. I pushed the heavy oak door open like I owned the place which, to be clear, I absolutely didn’t. But the moment I saw him sitting behind that desk, head bent, a glass of something dark swirling in his hand, I forgot what I was supposed to feel, rage, maybe.Until I saw Kage standing to the side of the room like some oversized gargoyle.Great.“Rhysand, we need to talk.”Rhysand didn’t even flinch. He took a slow sip, eyes lifting to mine with that maddening coolness he always wore like armor.Kage glanced between us, suspicious. “I’m not leaving you alone with her.” He mouthed like a dog’s bitch.“I wasn’t asking,” I bit out before Rhysand could answer but he didn’t need my help.“Kage.” He didn’t even raise his voice but the name was sharp and lethal.Kage hesitated, arms folded. “You’re letting her—?”“Out.” Rhysand’s gaze cut like a dagger.There was a beat of silence. Then Kage exhaled harshly and stormed out, brushing past me like I wasn’t

CAMILLA “Fuck.”I smirked and then leaned forward and took him in. Deep.I worked to relax my throat, breathing through my nose as I adjusted to his sheer size. My lips stretched wide around his cock, the sheer thickness of him forcing my jaw to ache. I didn’t care. I wanted it. I needed to be full of him.I started slow, testing the rhythm, shallow bobs of my head, tongue swirling around the tip, letting the slick slide of spit and precum coat everything.Then I pushed deeper. Inch by inch until the head hit the back of my throat, and I forced myself to swallow around it, gagging slightly.He hissed, sharp and primal, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other gripping the edge of the headboard like he was about to break it.He tasted dark and obscene. salty, musky, purely male. I couldn’t get enough.I pulled off with a loud, filthy pop, strings of spit stretching from my swollen lips to his cock.Then I spat right on his shaft, hot and wet and wrapped my hand around him, stroking