Chapter 69 Camilla #2
“Years passed, and all I felt was torment. I just wanted to be around you, but my lies got in the way. Time meant nothing, changed nothing, and you continued to haunt my mind. I know it’s foolish to harbor so much hate for Dianna simply because she was with you before me, but I do.
I hate that she had what I didn’t dare even reach for. ”
I shook my head, about to protest, but he squeezed the back of my thighs to stop me.
“Then, when we were forced together in Nismera’s palace, a prison made of polished stone and nightmares, it was the only time I had ever felt solace because I was with you.
Tell me what you want, Camilla. Tell me where to go, and I’ll follow on hands and knees if I must. My life, my sword, all of it is for you.
I will serve you and only you until you have no more need of me or death claims us. ”
Sometimes I forgot he was a powerful, ancient warrior.
Duty and blood were all he knew, and pledging loyalty meant far more than pretty words.
I tipped his head up and slanted my lips over his, kissing him deeply.
The wall between us was no longer built on anger, but this all-consuming feeling of dread that life was moving too fast, too violently, and we were losing it.
I pulled back. “Then I pledge the same. I don’t have a sword, though.”
Vincent gave me a small, quick smile that nearly broke my heart before pulling me close and resting his head against my stomach.
I held him close, running my hand through his soft, short hair.
Vincent’s breath teased against the bared strip of skin between where my tank top stopped, and my pants hung low.
His hands kneaded the back of my thighs in comfort, but I couldn’t help the way my breath hitched at his touch.
His eyes snapped to mine, and I knew he felt it too.
He took a shuddering breath that sent goosebumps skittering across my skin and made my nipples harden.
My tongue swept across my bottom lip, and I bit back a soft moan, savoring the lingering taste of his kiss.
He ran his nose across my skin, inhaling deeply as he placed a kiss just beneath my navel.
My heart thrummed, and maybe I pressed forward out of instinct, or maybe it was need, but I stopped thinking when I felt his lips press a kiss just over my hip bone and his hands rise to my ass. Then higher.
“Vincent.”
I had no idea how near our closest neighbors were or if the shadows in the room contained assassins, making sure we weren’t trying to flee or steal or …
my thoughts sputtered when I felt his tongue lick across my lower belly.
My hips jerked forward in unmistakable invitation, and I was no longer worried about any of it.
His hands grasped the sides of my baggy pants and pulled.
They puddled around my feet as Vincent’s mouth found me.
My head fell back, my mouth open in a silent moan as his tongue ran across my clit in one thick swipe.
“Let me serve you,” he said against my flesh, and I lifted one foot to the mattress beside his hip, opening further to him.
Vincent may not be hungry for food, but he was ravenous for me. My hands curled in his hair, and I rocked my core against his mouth. He groaned and lashed at me with his tongue, his big hands cupping my ass and pulling me closer to feast on me.
With my free hand, I pulled at my tank, freeing my breast to knead and pinch at my nipple.
Jolts of pleasure raced through my body, chasing away the fear that had consumed me for so long.
My whimpers turned to moans as he sucked at my clit, his hand grabbing my leg and tossing it over his shoulder as if he could get any closer.
He sucked and licked at my clit, and I cried out, my body shivering beneath his masterful touch.
My hips rocked as I thrust myself against his face, my core tightening as his tongue delved deep.
“Vincent!” I gasped his name like a prayer as my body shuddered and tensed. “I’m going to—”
My leg trembled, and my hand whipped out, grabbing one of the bedposts to keep myself upright.
My head fell to my arm, my teeth biting into my own skin as my body rocked from my orgasm.
His hands gripped my ass, holding me against his face, relentlessly driving me deeper into pleasure and my soul from my body.
Another orgasm ripped through me, and I heard wood snap as I tossed my head back and screamed.
My toes tingled, my body shook, and I felt like I was falling.
It wasn’t until Vincent caught me in his arms and smiled down at me that I realized I was still in my own body and had actually fallen.
We said nothing, but he chuckled with well-earned male pride.
His hand ran across my hair, smoothing back the strands clinging to my sweat-slicked skin.
He watched me, his eyes filled with something so soft and profound that I knew he had spoken the truth earlier.
These emotions were aged, and they ran deep.
Vincent lifted me, his lips meeting mine in a kiss so tender it brought tears to my eyes. I opened to him, the taste of me on his lips and tongue so erotic and intimate that I ached anew. Gently, he pulled back and helped me to pull up my pants before settling me into the bed.
He stood up, and I couldn’t help but notice the thick bulge stretching the tight material of his sweats. I reached for him, but he stepped back and shook his head. “I want tonight to be about worshipping you. You are exhausted and needed care. There will be time for more later.”
I pouted a little but didn’t push as he walked to the dresser and picked up the plate of food he had brought.
As he rounded the foot of the bed, I realized I had heard wood break.
One of the bedposts was snapped in half.
Maybe I did have my magic back. He sat on the bed beside me and placed the plate on my lap.
It was cold now, but a few pieces of meat sat there with what looked like a palm-sized dish of a starchy root.
I frowned, noticing that there was only enough for one person.
“Are you not hungry?” I asked, looking up at him.
“I just ate,” he said smugly.
I rolled my eyes and playfully bumped his shoulder.
I offered him some of my food, but he refused.
Instead, he took the utensils from me and fed me bite-sized pieces.
We talked in hushed voices, giggling softly when he missed my mouth with a piece of fruit far too large for one bite, but neither of us brought up the medallion or war again.
Just for tonight, we could pretend the world wasn’t ending.
Even if it was a lie.