Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Killion
The Art of Falling Apart
Dinner. I invited her to dinner. We ate, we talked, and now . . .
Now we’re kissing.
And this kiss—God, this kiss. It’s not wild, exactly, but it’s not tame either. It’ s everything. Breathless, addictive. The kind of kiss that leaves me drunk on her and wondering how I went so long without tasting her lips. When her soft whimper reaches my ears, it’s like a spark igniting every inch of me. Her hands clutch my shirt, and I lose myself in the heat of it, in the way she melts against me like she belongs here.
I don’t want to stop.
Hell, I want to drag her straight to my room and do every sinful thing I’ve imagined with her. But I didn’t invite her here for this. Did I? My willpower is hanging by a thread, and her lips aren’t helping. They’re soft and insistent, and the little noises she makes as our hands explore each other . . . let’s just say my jeans are getting uncomfortably tight.
“Cam.” My voice is rough, barely a whisper against her lips. “Camille.” I pull back slightly, enough to meet her hazy eyes and take a much-needed breath. “This isn’t why I brought you here. I swear.”
“I know.” Her voice is soft, but her arms don’t move. They stay locked around my neck, her fingers grazing the nape of my hair like she’s afraid I’ll pull away entirely. Then she presses the sweetest, most disarming kiss to my chin. “But I want to,” she says, her words delicate but sure. “I really do.”
“You do?” My heart stutters as I search her face.
She nods, biting her bottom lip, and something about the shy way she does it slays me.
“What do you want, Camille?” I ask, my tone firm but coaxing, as if my sanity hinges on her answer .
“I . . .” Her gaze drops, cheeks flushing. She hesitates, then peeks back up at me through her lashes.
“Sweetheart, you have to tell me,” I murmur, my lips brushing her temple before trailing down to her cheek. My voice is low, coaxing, but firm enough to make her pulse quicken. “I can’t give you what you need if you don’t tell me. What if I just flip you over and fuck you hard and fast, when what you really wanted was to feel me take my time—slow, deep, until you’re trembling for me?”
I pause, letting my lips graze the curve of her neck, breathing her in before whispering, “What if you wanted me to kiss you here . . . suck your nipples while my fingers slid into your tight, wet cunt?” Her sharp gasp makes me smirk, my hands tightening around her waist.
“Imagine wanting that, but not asking for it,” I murmur against her skin, my lips dragging along her jawline. “What if I didn’t do it? What if I left you aching for more, because you couldn’t say the words?”
Her breath hitches, and I swear her blush deepens. It’s adorable, really, the way her cheeks turn that soft pink like she’s never been this close to losing herself.
“Camille,” I whisper, brushing her hair back, my fingers threading gently through the soft strands. Her wide eyes meet mine, and I can see the conflict there—the vulnerability mixed with curiosity. “Tell me. What do you want?”
“I . . . I’m not sure what I want,” she says softly, biting her lip. “I mean, I’ve had sex before, but he didn’t ask me. We just . . . did it, you know?”
I stop. My lips hover against her skin, and I pull back to look at her, a mix of disbelief and protectiveness stirring in my chest.
“Oh, baby,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her neck before letting my mouth trail lower, lingering just enough to tease. “That’s not how it’s supposed to be. Someone should have shown you how good it can feel when it’s about you. Don’t worry, though,” I add with a grin, slipping my hands under her top and starting to lift it slowly. “We’ll figure it out together. I’ll make sure of it.”
Her eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. “Together?”
“Yes, together. Step one,” I say, my voice a playful drawl as I ease her shirt over her head, “we start by seeing what makes you melt. Step two? Well, that’s where the real fun begins.”
Her lips part like she wants to say something, but no words come out.
“Tell me something, Camille,” I say, my hands slipping to her waist, fingers brushing her warm skin. “Do you touch yourself, baby?”
Her frown is immediate, and she shakes her head. “No, not really.”
I freeze for a moment, blinking at her. “Not . . . really? Are you telling me you’ve got all this”—I gesture to her body, my tone incredulous—“and you don’t even know how good you can feel? Oh, sweetheart, we’ve got so much work to do.”
She starts to say something, but I cut her off with a quick kiss and a smirk. “Lucky for you, I aced anatomy. And I’m pretty sure you know a thing or two, right? Being the owner of this masterpiece and all?”
Her laughter is soft and nervous, but it’s there. Good. That’s a start.
“C’mon,” I say, taking her hand and gently tugging her toward my room. “Lesson one starts now. Let’s get you unwrapped.”
I lead her through the doorway, pausing just long enough to flick on the lamp. The soft golden glow casts a warm light over the room, and I turn back to her, catching the way her eyes dart nervously toward the bed.
“It’s okay,” I say, easing her closer until she’s standing in front of me. My hands go to the button of her jeans, and I take my time, popping it open and sliding the zipper down. “Think of this like opening a present. You wouldn’t want me to rush, would you?”
Her soft laugh turns into a gasp as I hook my fingers into the waistband and start to pull them down, my lips grazing her collarbone as I go.
“See? Nice and slow,” I murmur, letting my hands skim the curve of her hips as her jeans drop to the floor. “We’ve got all the time in the world, baby. No rushing, no guessing. Just you and me figuring out exactly what makes you feel like a goddess. ”
Her breath comes in quick little huffs, and I grin against her skin. This is going to be fun.
She’s standing in front of me now, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted as if she’s waiting for a cue, for me to take the lead. Slowly, I trail my hands up her sides, skimming over the smooth, warm skin of her waist until I reach the clasp of her bra.
“May I?” I ask softly, holding her gaze.
She nods, her breath coming in soft little gasps.
I undo the clasp with deliberate care, letting the straps slide down her shoulders and my hands follow the motion. When the fabric falls away, I can’t stop the low groan that escapes me.
Her tits are perfect. Full, round, and flawless, with taut, rosy nipples that make my mouth water. I take a slow step back to look at her, running my tongue over my lower lip as I drink her in.
“Jesus, Camille,” I murmur, my voice reverent, as if she’s a work of art unveiled just for me. “You’re . . . breathtaking.”
She bites her lip, glancing down shyly. “You like them?”
“Like them?” I laugh softly, shaking my head. “Baby, I love them.” My hands hover near her breasts, not touching, waiting. “Can I?”
She hesitates for only a moment before nodding, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
Carefully, I cup her breasts, marveling at the way they fit perfectly in my palms. My thumbs brush over her nipples, and the soft gasp she lets out is like music to my ears.
“You’re so sensitive,” I murmur, my thumbs circling slowly, teasing. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering shut.
I lean in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before trailing lower, letting my lips hover just above her skin. “Can I suck on them?”
Her breath catches, and she nods again, her voice trembling. “Please.”
That single word is all I need. I take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the peak and savoring the way her body reacts. She arches into me, her fingers tangling in my hair as a soft moan slips from her lips.
“Do you like that, Camille?” I ask between kisses, switching to her other breast, giving it the same attention.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice shaky. “I love it.”
I press one last kiss to the swell of her breast before trailing lower, my lips brushing over her ribs, her stomach, every inch of her that I can reach. She’s trembling now, her hands gripping my shoulders as I guide her backward toward the bed.
“Lie down for me, sweetheart,” I whisper, and she obeys, stretching out across the sheets. Her hair fans out around her, her skin glowing in the warm light, and she looks up at me with wide, trusting eyes .
She’s beautiful. Sprawled out for me, open, vulnerable, and completely perfect.
I kneel on the bed, running my hands up her thighs as I lean over her, capturing her lips in a slow, languid kiss. It’s not rushed, not frantic—just deliberate and thorough, letting her feel every ounce of the desire coursing through me.
“You’re incredible,” I murmur against her mouth, trailing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and back to her chest. “I’m going to take care of you tonight, Camille. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice soft but sure. “I trust you.”
Her answer sends a surge of warmth through me, and I vow to make this night unforgettable for her.
I kiss her down her torso again, slow and deliberate, my lips tracing a path that makes her tremble beneath me. Her skin is soft and warm, her scent intoxicating as I move lower, taking my time, savoring every inch of her.
When I reach the curve of her hips, I pause, pressing a gentle kiss just above the waistband of her panties. Her breath hitches, her thighs shifting restlessly against me. She’s so responsive, so perfect.
“So,” I murmur, brushing my lips over the delicate fabric covering her, “you don’t touch yourself, Cam?”
Her face flushes deeper, and she shakes her head, her voice a soft, nervous whisper. “No . . . I just . . . I’ve never . . . ”
I hum softly, my hands sliding along her thighs, kneading the soft flesh as I work my way closer to her center. Her body tenses slightly, but I keep my movements slow, my thumbs grazing her inner thighs to ease her nerves.
“That’s a shame,” I murmur, pressing a kiss just below her navel, my voice low and teasing. “All this beauty, and no one—including you—has given it the attention it deserves?”
Her breath stutters, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. “I didn’t know it could feel like this,” she admits, her voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
I chuckle softly, the sound vibrating against her skin as I nuzzle closer, my lips grazing the edge of her panties. “That’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll change that tonight. Together.”
Hooking my fingers under the waistband, I pause, looking up at her. “Can I take these off?”
She nods quickly, her lips parting, but no words come out.
“Use your words, Camille,” I say gently, my thumbs stroking her hips.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “Please.”
With her permission, I slide her panties down, dragging them slowly over her thighs and savoring the way her body reacts—her soft gasps, the way her legs shift instinctively, the slight arch of her hips .
When she’s bare before me, I take a moment, letting my gaze drink her in. “God, you’re stunning,” I murmur, my voice filled with awe.
Her thighs press together slightly, but I gently guide them apart, my hands massaging her soft skin as I settle between them. “Relax, Cam,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”
She nods again, her breaths shallow, her trust palpable in the way she opens up for me. I kiss her thigh again, closer this time, my lips lingering as my fingers trail up and down her skin, coaxing her to relax further.
“Tell me if anything feels too much, okay?” I say, my voice soft but steady.
“Okay,” she breathes, her voice shaky but filled with trust.
I press one final kiss to her thigh before letting my lips hover just above her core. The anticipation in her trembling body makes me grin. “Let’s find out exactly what makes you fall apart, sweetheart,” I murmur before lowering my mouth to her.
“Touch your breasts for me,” I whisper against her thigh, my voice rough with arousal. “Pinch your nipples, hard, while I kiss your pretty cunt. Can you do that for me, Camille? Let me watch you.”
Her eyes widen, her blush spreading down her neck, but she nods, her lips parting as she lifts her trembling hands to her chest. When her fingers graze her own nipples, rolling them hesitantly, a soft moan escapes her lips.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my gaze locked on her, drinking in every reaction. “Don’t hold back, sweetheart. Show me how good it feels.”
The sight of her obeying, her hands moving over her perfect tits, sends a bolt of heat straight through me. My cock throbs in response, hard and aching, but I force myself to focus on her, on the way her breathing quickens, her body arching slightly.
“You’re so beautiful,” I rasp, lowering my mouth to her center, pressing a soft kiss just above her clit. Her body jerks, and I grin against her skin. “And you taste even better.”
She moans, her thighs trembling as I press my tongue flat against her folds, dragging it upward in a slow, deliberate stroke.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I ask, my voice muffled as I press another kiss to her swollen clit.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her hands still working over her breasts, her head thrown back against the pillow.
“Good,” I murmur, licking her again, swirling my tongue around her clit before flicking it gently. Her hips buck against me, and I press my hands to her thighs, holding her steady. “Keep touching yourself for me, Cam. I want to see how much you like this.”
Her moans grow louder as I devour her, alternating between teasing licks and gentle suction. The way she squirms beneath me, her body completely uninhibited, makes my cock ache, but I don’t stop. Not until she’s trembling and slick against my tongue.
“You’re so wet for me,” I murmur, sliding my tongue lower, teasing her entrance. “Do you know how much that turns me on? Knowing this is all for me?”
She gasps, her thighs pressing against my shoulders as I press a soft kiss just below her entrance. “Camille, you’re perfect,” I whisper, my lips brushing her sensitive skin. “I want to feel you. Can I?”
“Yes,” she breathes, her voice shaky but eager.
I slide a single finger inside her, slow and careful, her warmth enveloping me. Her gasp turns into a moan, her hips arching as I curl my finger slightly, stroking her from the inside.
“That’s it,” I murmur, pressing my mouth back to her clit, kissing her gently. “Let me take care of you, baby. Let me show you how good this can feel.”
Her moans grow louder, her body responding to every movement, and I know she’s close. The thought of her falling apart because of me, because of my hands, my mouth, drives me wild.
I add a second finger, sliding it in beside the first, and the way her body tightens around me makes me groan against her skin. Her slick heat coats my fingers as I thrust them in and out of her, slow at first, testing her, letting her adjust.
“God, Camille,” I rasp, my lips brushing her clit as I speak. “You feel so fucking good. So wet and tight. Do you know how perfect you are? ”
She gasps, her hands clutching at the sheets, her hips arching to meet my movements.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, curling my fingers inside her, searching until I find the spot that makes her cry out. “Right there, huh? You like that? You’re taking me so well. So fucking perfect.”
Her breathing turns ragged, her moans filling the room as I pick up the pace, thrusting my fingers deeper, faster. My mouth latches onto her clit, sucking gently, and her entire body trembles beneath me.
“Look at you,” I growl, glancing up to catch her flushed face, her parted lips, the way her chest rises and falls with every gasping breath. “You’re so beautiful like this, spread out for me, letting me make you feel good. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? I can feel it. You’re so close.”
She whimpers, her hands flying to grip the back of my head, tangling in my hair as she presses me closer.
“Come on, baby,” I coax, thrusting my fingers harder, curling them just right. “Let go for me. Let me feel you come. I want to hear you scream my name when you fall apart.”
Her gasps turn into desperate cries, her body arching as her thighs tremble around my shoulders. I don’t stop, don’t let up, my mouth and fingers working in perfect rhythm to push her over the edge.
“You’re mine, Camille,” I murmur against her clit, my voice rough with arousal. “Every fucking inch of you is mine. Mine to make it feel fucking good. Now, come for me, baby. I know you can.”
Her back bows off the bed, a jagged cry escaping her lips as she shatters beneath me. Her orgasm crashes over her in waves, her walls pulsing around my fingers, soaking me as she gasps and moans my name.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur, slowing my movements but not stopping as I ride out her climax with her. “God, you’re amazing. So perfect. So fucking gorgeous when you fall apart for me.”
Her body collapses against the bed, trembling, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. I press one last kiss to her inner thigh before easing my fingers out of her, watching the way her body shivers at the loss.
As I crawl up beside her, brushing a strand of damp hair from her flushed face, I can’t help but smile. Her cheeks are still rosy, her lips swollen from my kisses, and she looks absolutely stunning—like a woman who’s just discovered a whole new world.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper, my lips grazing hers in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s unhurried, tender, a way to ground her after what we just shared. “That’s just the beginning, Camille. I’ve got so much more to show you. But for now . . .” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, meeting her gaze. “We’ll call it off.”
She blinks up at me, her brows furrowing in confusion. “What about you?” she asks, her voice still breathless, eager .
“Me?” I chuckle softly, cupping her cheek and brushing my thumb along her jaw. “I can wait.”
Her lips part as if to protest, but I press a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth, silencing her. “Listen to me, sweetheart. I need you to know yourself first—what you love, what makes you feel alive—before we go further. I’m demanding, baby. When it’s my turn, I’m going to ask for everything. Your trust, your time, your body. But I need you to know your boundaries before we get there.”
Her eyes soften, and I can see the mix of emotions swirling in them—gratitude, understanding, and something deeper. “You understand, don’t you?” I ask, my voice low but steady.
She nods, her hand coming up to rest on my chest. “I do.”
“Good.” I smile and gather her into my arms, wrapping her up in the warmth of my body. “But that doesn’t mean we’re done tonight.”
Her curious gaze meets mine, and I grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Right now, it’s all about you.”
I pull the blanket over us and settle her against my chest, running my fingers through her hair in soothing strokes. “Let’s start with this,” I say softly, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. “What do you need, Camille? A warm bath? Something to eat? Or maybe just my arms around you while you fall asleep?”
Her lips curve into a small, content smile, and she burrows closer. “This,” she whispers. “Just this. ”
I tighten my hold on her, letting the silence settle around us, broken only by the sound of her steady breaths. My fingers trail gently along her back, and I press one last kiss to her temple.
“You’re so perfect, Camille. If I’m not careful, you might become my everything,” I murmur, my voice barely audible. “And while you’re with me, I’m going to make sure you always feel that way.”
As her breathing slows, her body relaxing into mine, I know I’ve done something right. This isn’t just about the moment—it’s about building trust, brick by brick, for something even bigger.
And I’ll wait as long as it takes.