Chapter Twenty-Five
SAIGE
The rest of the week passes in a blur of my legs wrapped around Camden’s head or his waist. We can’t seem to get enough of each other.
He can barely focus on work, and we’re both counting down the minutes until we’re together again.
Not that we’re ever far. Even though the threat seems to have dissipated, I haven’t moved back into my own home.
We’ve been living in a little bubble that neither of us is eager to pop.
My head has been filled with nothing but Camden, and that guilt that had been eating me alive? It’s becoming quieter and quieter.
The door to Camden’s room creeps open as I pack a few of my things into my bag to get out of the way. “If you think you’re leaving, you’re sorely mistaken.” Camden’s voice is thick with dominance. Fucking men and their assumptions.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I snap as I continue to shove a pair of jeans into my small bag.
“Like hell I don’t, woman! Look at me!”
“What do you want from me, Camden?” I scream as I spin on him, emotions at an all-time high.
“Fucking everything! I love you! I love you so much that it fucking hurts! It’s killing me knowing what I took from you, Saige.
I’ll never be able to look at you and not feel guilt.
I can’t bring them back, I can’t turn back the clocks.
But I promise you right here and now,” he says, his voice softening, no longer yelling.
“That you will never be alone again. That you will always have a family at your side and at your back, here next to me. I promise to love you until the end of time, to fuck you senseless every night, and to fight next to you in any battle you take on. You want to continue your vigilante work? I’ve got your back.
You fucking own me, Saige. I bow for no one .
. . except my queen. And what’s a Heathen without his queen? ”
“A queen?” I say, admonishingly.
“Could you ever be anything less?”
“Camden . . .” I say on a rushed breath. “I hate you.” He has the audacity to chuckle, my lips turning up into a grin.
“I know, vixen, but you also love me.”
“I really fucking do.”
Camden slowly stalks me until he’s rounded the bed, caging me in, placing his hands on either side of my head against the wall. He leans down, pulling my bottom lip between his teeth and then letting go with a pop.
“You love me?”
“Yeah, Camden, I do.”
“Say it. Let me hear the words on those vicious lips.” His hand wraps around my throat with just enough pressure to get my attention, but I don’t give in, shaking my head slightly side to side in defiance.
“Oh, baby, you just made a mistake.” Camden pecks my lips with a gentle kiss before grabbing me around the waist. He sits down on the end of the bed, flipping me over his lap.
“Remember when I told you I’d spank your ass until your skin blooms red for how reckless you were?
Apparently, you think you can continue to play with fire.
Let’s see if I can make your pussy leak its juices all over my jeans. ”
“Camden!” I yell, squirming against him.
His strong hand holds my wrists at my lower back while he works to pull up the T-shirt I’m wearing.
His fingers grip the tiny string thong I have on, roughly yanking it down my legs.
I can’t help it, I fucking moan, even though I’m fighting him off me.
My pussy throbs between my legs, anticipating the hell he’s about to rain down on me.
Camden’s hand rubs over the skin of my ass, a gentle, loving caress that only fucks with my head.
I clench, biting my bottom lip while I wait for the first smack.
I hear the whoosh of air first, then the loud smack of skin meeting skin, and the pain comes next, a burn spreading outward from the contact.
“Camden! Fuck!” He doesn’t hold back, doesn’t restrain himself. Camden spanks me like he’s been holding onto every single mouthy thing I’ve said to him, every shitty thing I’ve done, and is finally letting out all his pent-up energy. And I. Am. Here. For. It.
The second and third smacks hurt worse than the first, but the fourth and fifth? I’m moaning after every single one.
“That’s my girl,” he soothes as he runs his hand affectionately over my red, sensitive flesh.
“I knew you’d love this, Saige, knew you’d like to give up that control for just a minute.
You just needed someone you trusted to take care of you.
” His words break me open, the truth of them resting hard between us.
Tears fill my eyes as he lovingly massages over my raw skin.
“But we’re not done yet, baby. We’re gonna go until you beg. ” Oh fuck.
Camden’s palm swats down against me again, his entire palm covering my left cheek, then my right, then both. I wiggle and squirm in his lap, moaning and sobbing as he alternates between spanking and soothing, doing each with no rhyme or reason, so I never know what to expect.
My pussy aches, dripping with need, throbbing and clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
“Please, Camden, please! I need you!”
“Tell me what I want to hear, Saige, and I’ll give you everything you want.
” His fingers trail through the crack of my ass, dipping further and pulling my legs apart on his lap.
They meet my center, and I know he feels the truth of how my body is reacting to him, to this.
“Oh, vixen, you are so goddamn wet.” Then his fingers are there, pressing inside my heat and pushing in deep.
I gasp at the intrusion, my spine bowing, a long, drawn-out moan on my lips.
He fucks them into me slow and deep, and then he’s pulling them free, leaving me desperate and irritated.
“Camden, please!” I yell.
“Say.” Spank. “You.” Spank. “Love.” Spank. “Me.” Spank. Spank. Spank. His fingers delve back between my legs, the filthy squelching noises proof of just how wet I am, how desperate I am for this man.
“I LOVE YOU! Fuck! Camden! I fucking love you!” I scream at the top of my lungs.
Everything goes silent for a split second, and then I’m flying through the air, my back bouncing on the center of the bed.
Camden rids himself of his clothes faster than should be possible, while I spread my legs for him, the cool air kissing my core.
“Say it again, baby.”
“I love you, Camden.”
“Jesus, the way that sounds. I’ll never get used to it. I love you. I love you more than anything.”
Camden sinks his knees into the mattress, crawling up the bed until he’s resting completely over me.
He leans down, nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth before taking my mouth completely in a heated kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes.
My arms wrap around his neck as I tilt my head to the side, deepening it.
His tongue eagerly meets mine, his hands moving on autopilot, wrapping under my waist and holding me close.
We kiss for minutes, maybe hours, until we’re both panting and our hips are seeking each other out, desperate for friction.
“So needy, baby,” he whispers as he peppers kisses along my jaw.
“Camden . . .” I plead, trying to shift so that his hard cock presses where I want him to fill me.
Instead of thrusting inside my heat, he sits up, kneeling before me.
He picks up my leg, kissing my ankle before running his tongue along the inside of my foot, over my toes, and then goes back to open-mouthed kisses.
He trails his lips and tongue up the length of my leg, reaching my thigh and spreading my legs.
Cool breath ghosts across my wet flesh, sending shockwaves and goosebumps scattering across my skin, a gasp on my lips.
He repeats the process on my other leg, licking and kissing, making sure not a single inch of me is left untouched.
“Camden,” I moan, his breath warm on my pussy as he spreads my legs impossibly wide.
“My queen.” His mouth is there the next moment, inhaling me just like he always does, his tongue following, licking like a man who’s been starved. Camden eats pussy like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing. He grips my thighs, pushing my knees up to my chest.
“Hold your legs up, baby. Let me have access to all of you.”
“Holy shit, Cam. Thiiiiiiiiis,” I moan out as his mouth licks from my hole to my ass and back again. Repeatedly.
“That’s my woman. Take everything your man wants to give you.” He licks up my center, flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue, spiraling me into an orgasm that comes from nowhere. The buildup is fast, slamming into me like a wrecking ball.
“Camden! I’m coming!”
“Mmm,” he moans, the vibrations adding to the sensation.
The orgasm rolls through me, my legs shaking.
Camden moves back to my ass the moment I start to calm down, my body much more pliable and relaxed, even if my insides are humming with violent, uninhibited energy.
“You’re gonna squirt for me now, baby. Need you nice and drenched for the plans I have for you. ”
“Oh, god.”
Camden uses his thumb to rub circles around my clit, his tongue fucking me, filling me, until it’s replaced with two fingers, pressing inside me so deep and motioning upward.
I practically melt into the mattress. He devours me, expertly playing my body like he’s known it his entire life.
His ministrations pick up as he leans over me, letting spit drip from his mouth directly onto my clit, his thumb right there, rubbing it in.
The pressure inside me winds tighter, building to a new height. “Take what you need, Saige. You’re safe, I’ve got you. Let go and fucking drench me. Let me see this pussy squirt.”
My hands find my breasts, massaging and twisting my nipples, pulling at the metal, giving myself that bite of pain. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Come for me, baby. Come right fucking now.”
The coil inside me snaps, sparking an inferno that spreads through my entire body.
My toes curl and my back arches as a scream rips from my throat.
My body shakes, and I feel that urge, that pressure snapping as liquid starts to gush in bursts.
“Oh fuck, that’s it. Look at you. Goddamn, that’s so sexy. ”