The Moon and His Night

13

Camille POV

One week later...

    My jaw fell open and my eyes rolled back as pleasure consumed me completely, and Leo Malfoy's stupidly perfect body covered mine. We were both coated in a thin layer of sweat beneath the dark green sheets of my bed, panting as we both rapidly approached that oh-so-wonderful peak.

    The curtain canopy around my bed was closed, but there was just enough light that I was able to clearly see Leo's face hovering over mine, our noses touching and my fingers buried in his hair as he thrust in and out of me at a mind-numbing, toe-curling pace.

    "Fuck, you feel so good..." Leo rasped in a husky whisper. He then captured my lips in a searing kiss, making the both of us moan into one another, and we eagerly drank down the erotic sounds like it was something sweet we both had been craving desperately.

"Leo–" I whimpered, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut before letting my head fall back against the pillow with a breathy moan. "Oh my god..."

Leo kissed along the column of my throat, a deep groan of a growl vibrating in his chest before he pulled his head back up. "Look at me, baby."

Without hesitation, I lifted my head, cracking open my lust-lidded eyes and meeting his lust-filled gaze. There was a hypnotizing, primal pull between us that I had no defenses against that I had become more and more aware of. Especially over the past two weeks. There was a force that I thought I was simply imagining at first, but now, there was no way to deny something was different. It was impossible to ignore. It was electric and intense and commanded control of us both every single time.

It was more intimate. More vulnerable. More raw.

More absolutely fucking terrifying and agonizingly addicting.

I was scared by the intensity, but I made no effort to stop myself from indulging in it.

I knew he felt it too. I wonder if he was as freaked out by and addicted to the feeling as I was.

Don't be ridiculous, Camille. Of course he isn't. You're just...ovulating or something.

Yeah...that had to be the explanation. My hormones are at their peak and that's making my emotions go berserk. I was just feeling everything intensely because my body was sensitive to anything sex-related this week. That's all.

The arrangement is strictly friends with benefits. He and I both made that clear at the start. Our boundaries were set in stone. Clear cut. Done. Curated to keep things casual, mutually beneficial, and to prevent anyone from getting hurt.

But now here I was fighting with my own feelings because a boy did a couple nice things for me...

I was almost ashamed of myself. Was I that desperate for genuine care and kindness that I interpreted any kind deed from a man as romantic affection? Is that where I'm at mentally?

Well...apparently so. For the week, at least. My emotions, anxiety, and ever-present tendency to overthink always felt ten times more intense when my hormones were going wild like this. That's why I was feeling and thinking this way. It's the only explanation and it's the correct explanation.

I think...

And instead of talking to him about it or putting a stop to this arrangement before I ultimately got my feelings hurt by the boundaries I was adamant about setting in the first place–I was kissing Leo Malfoy with everything I had, reveling in the high his touch always seemed to bring forth no matter what.