Chapter 12
What the Body Knows
E very time he told himself it would be the last time.
And every time, he returned. Camille had become a drug in his veins—one that lit him up from the inside, rewired his every thought.
Her touch was electric. Her praise, intoxicating.
She looked at him like he was still powerful, still wanted, still a man.
With Lila, everything felt quiet.
Dimmed. Muted.
With Camille, it burned.
“I can’t keep doing this,” Nate murmured one evening, as he stood shirtless by her window, the city lights casting long shadows across his face.
Camille padded across the room, bare, her body unapologetically confident. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her fingers drifting low.
“You’ve said that before.”
“I mean it.”
“Then why are you still here?”
Because he wanted to be. Because he was weak. Because there was something about her that pulled the ugliest, most desperate parts of him to the surface—and he liked how she didn’t flinch when they showed.
He turned in her arms, kissed her hard, devouring her mouth like it might erase the shame. He grip the back of her head pulling her closer to him before his mouth is back on hers.
“Nate,” she whispers.
She drops down to her knees and grips his cock before her tongue snakes out and licks the precum oozing out the tip.
“You’re so big,” she whispers before he watch her take as much of him in her mouth as she can. He closes his eyes and moan from the feel of her hot mouth wrapped around his cock.
Opening his eyes, he watched as his dick disappears and reappears into her mouth. She can’t take all of him so she uses her hand and she strokes him in motions with her mouth.
“Camille,” he groans out.
He grip her curls helping guide her back and forth as his hip rocked in sync. He throws his head back as his eyes roll to the back of his head. He feels his balls getting tighter but Camille rhythm picks up letting him knows she is going to drink all of him down.
“Fuck… Camille, I’m cumming,” he says right before he feels her take him further down her throat, he explode and he can feel her swollen against his pulsating cock.
She sucks and sucks drinking him all down. When she pulls away, she has little droplets on her chin. She takes a finger and rubs it off only to stick her finger in her mouth and suck it away.
“There,” she says with a triumphant smile on her face.
“All gone.”
He pulls her by the back of her neck bringing her closer to him and kissing her hard. This fucking woman. She leans up wrapping her arms around his neck and he stands pulling her up against his chest. She wraps her legs around him and he feels her drenching wet pussy on his abs.
Walking them over to the other side of the room, he stands her next to the bed. She lets out a small whimper when he pulls away from her. She stares at him and he hope she can see the primal possessiveness in his eyes.
“Lay back on the bed and spread your legs wide,” he commanded.
She does just that revealing a very pretty pussy.
He drop to his knees gripping her legs, he kisses and teases her inner thighs making his way to his treat.
When he get closer he look up seeing Camille watching, seeing the rise and fall of her chest in anticipation of what’s to come.
He leans back down and lick her from bottom to top.
“Nate,” she moans out.
Leaning up, he runs his fingers through her folds. He inserts two fingers into her wet center before sucking her clit into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he mentally shout.
“Nate,” she says as desperate moans start to come quicker. She starts rocking her hips towards his mouth and fingers that is still pumping in and out of her.
“Touch yourself, baby,” he tells her.
Her hand slides down between her legs as he watched her starts massaging her clit.
“Like this?” she asked him.
“Just like that.”
Reaching down with his other hand, he stroke his erect dick getting himself nice and ready for her.
“Nate,” she calls his name as her legs start to shake.
He hook his fingers a little and she explodes. White cream is all over his fingers running down the bed he’s on. He starts licking her from her ass to her clit.
“Yes!” she shouts.
Her words spurs him on. He stands with his fingers still pumping in and out of her. She grins when he look into her eyes. She lifts, and pulls him down to her, and kisses him.
“Fuck me, Nate.”
Removing his fingers, he suck them into his mouth and she turns on her stomach letting him know what position she wants. Spreading her ass cheeks, he line himself up with her entrance and slowly slide in her. She tenses up.
“Relax,” he whispers.
Sliding all the way in, he just stand still enjoying the feel of her tight walls gripping him and letting her adjust to his size. After a few minutes, he starts thrusting in and out of her so hard the bed is knocking against the wall.
She is moaning and gripping the sheets with her back arched. She’s rocking her ass back and forth meeting his every stroke.
“Camille,” he calls out her name.
With this angle, he knows she can’t help but feels him trying to imprint himself all over her. He let her neck go and start massaging her breast. He is still pounding in her. He wanted her to feel every inch of him to where every thought of her’s will be about him when they leave this room.
“Nate, I’m cumming again.”
He never stop pumping his hips. He fucks her through her orgasm. She’s so fucking warm making him wants to cum too fast. He starts cumming in her and when he’s all done and depleted, he falls back on the side of her.
Later, tangled in her sheets, Camille whispered against his throat, “She doesn’t see you anymore, does she?
Not really. Not like I do.”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.
Lila
It started as a strange heaviness in her bones.
She told herself it was fatigue—nothing more.
The kids had been needy lately. The house, chaotic.
And Nate… Nate was quieter than usual. Present in body, distant in every other way.
Still, Lila powered through. She always did.
But there were days she’d stare at the laundry basket and feel inexplicably winded.
Or find herself blinking against sudden dizziness while cooking dinner. Her limbs ached in ways that made her feel twice her age. She didn’t mention it to Nate.
He barely noticed her anymore. Once, she caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror and barely recognized herself. Hollow eyes. Tired skin. A sadness that had settled into her shoulders like a second skin. But there was no time to fall apart.
Not when the kids still needed breakfast. Not when Nate was already slipping away and she didn’t know how to bring him back.
So she kept quiet. Ignored the weight in her chest. The racing heartbeat when she climbed the stairs. The moments where her vision blurred just long enough to scare her. Instead, she stood in the doorway of their bedroom late one night, watching Nate sleep.
His back was to her. His breathing even. He hadn’t touched her for a while now. And when she reached out to brush his shoulder, the way she used to—he flinched. That night, she curled up on her side of the bed, facing away, and silently wept into her pillow.
Something was wrong with her body. But something even worse was wrong with their marriage. And she wasn’t sure which one would destroy her first.