Chapter 58 Claiming you
Claiming you
When I walk through the front door, the first thing I see is Camille sitting down at the kitchen, her hair in a messy bun, soft music playing through the speakers as she leans over the counter, focused on her laptop. She’s glowing. Like the weight of the world finally let go of her shoulders.
“Hey, baby.” I pause when I see her new logo is up on the screen. Sketches surround her. I’m so in awe of her. She’s officially announced it to the world.
“You look like you just started a revolution.”
She grins. “I did. And it’s going to be beautiful.”
Dropping my tool bag at the door and coming close to her. “I’m so damn proud of you.”
She turns around, smile wide, eyes sparkling. “It’s really happening. My whole week’s booked already, Lucas.”
I don’t say anything else. I just walk right up to her and pull her in, kissing her like I’ve been waiting all day to. Because I have. Because watching her become everything she’s meant to be is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“Lucas,” she whispers, her voice breathless as I pick her up and move her onto the bench. “What are you doing?”
“Claiming you,” I growl against her neck. “Just like I promised. Right here on the kitchen bench.”
She gasps as I lift her up with ease, setting her on the edge. “You almost killed me with how sexy you look in that dress when I saw you today. And then you go and build your damn empire while I’m gone? You think I wasn’t going to do something about that?”
She lets out a soft laugh that quickly turns to a moan when my hands slide under her dress, pulling off her underwear, finding her wet and ready for me. “You’re everything, Camille. Everything I didn’t know I needed.”
I kiss her deeply, hungrily, hands gripping her closer to the edge as I pull her dress over her head. She reaches for my shirt, then my belt pulling my pants off, eyes locked on mine, full of heat and love and something that feels dangerously like forever. We’re stripped down in more ways than one.
“You’re mine, Lucas,” she breathes as I slide my cock inside her in one smooth thrust, her fingers gripping my shoulders.
Her back arches as she gasps my name, and I move slow at first, savoring every sound she makes, every little tremble. But it doesn’t take long before the need takes over—raw and desperate—and I start to fuck her like I mean it. Like I’ve been waiting my whole life for her.
The kitchen fills with the sounds of skin on skin, her soft moans echoing off the walls as I hold her close, kiss her hard, and lose myself in her completely.
“You feel like home,” I whisper against her lips, my voice hoarse.
“I am your home,” she whispers back.
I rub her swollen clit and squeeze her nipple.
We crash together like a wave breaking on the shore, her body tightening around me as she falls apart, and I follow right behind her, giving her everything I have.
When it’s over, I hold her close, her legs still wrapped around me, her forehead resting against mine. “I love you Lucas.”
I run my fingers along her thighs.
“I love you so fucking much Angel.”