CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

~ Camilla

His filthy words had me trembling, nails digging into the sheets. I could hear him, the slick, obscene sound of his fist on his cock, the groan gurgling from his chest as he wet his fingers and dragged them between my thighs.

I arched into the touch, desperate, burning. “Please—”

"Please what?" His fingers circling, teasing, just barely dipping inside. "Use your words, baby. Tell me."

But I couldn’t. Not with the way he slid one thick finger into me, curling, finding that spot that made my mind blank and my breath hitch. A broken moan escaped, my hips rocking helplessly against him, chasing more.

He...