𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 || a dark romance

chapter ten

— CAMILLA —

My eyes open to Cole kissing my neck. The heady aroma of him permeates my senses; I moan in pleasure as he kisses a particularly sensitive spot.

"Mm, you like that, little raven?" He whispers in my ear from behind, his breath tickling my neck.

"Yes..." I respond quietly. It feels so nice, yet I crave more; I just don't know what I want.

I squirm in need and he chuckles darkly, "Need something more, baby? I bet if I drag my fingers through your pretty little pussy, it will be soaking wet, and it'd all be for me."

I shiver at his words and he suddenly trails his calloused fingers across my clothed stomach, then down to my pants.

My body shakes in anticipation. I know this is so wrong, allowing the hands of a murderer to touch me, but why should I refuse my need?

He cups my pussy and I gasp and hold the hand he's using, not to push him away but to keep him there.

Since when did I get so confident with this?

He drags his thick fingers leisurely inside my panties and circles my clit painstakingly slow.

"Please, Cole..." I beg but suddenly my eyes open at a bright light shining beneath my closed lids.

My eyes flutter open to a dark room, with only a strike of lightning awakening me and thick, heavy arms wrapped around me, like a teddy bear.

My face is flushed and I feel hot and bothered.

And very horny.

I whine quietly; in all the time I've been here, I haven't had a single sexual dream, hell, I don't even think I've had one in my entire life.

It felt so real and I can feel painful need growing inside of me and slickness spreading on my inner thighs.

I rub my thighs together, but it only provides a slight relief.

I chew my lip and turn my head to look at Cole nervously.

His eyes are shut and he looks peaceful. His rosy lips are slightly parted yet he still seems a bit tense, even in his dreams he is not offered any relaxation...

I double check if he's still sleeping before I slip my hands inside the sweatpants I'm wearing, that I borrowed from Cole.

I recall coming home after Cole helped burnt my wedding dress and I remember in that moment, my feelings for him grew to an all time high.

My fingers drift down slowly before I start lightly touching my clit.

I jolt as I do, it feels so much more sensitive than ever. I bite my lip to keep quiet as I circle my clit and imagine that it's Cole doing so, like in my dream.

My finger drags the wetness up and down as I tease myself, wishing to drag it out, all the while I'm aware that Cole is sleeping behind me.

I'm about to reach the brink and I release a breathy whimper, then I hear a sharp intake of breath and I realise Cole has woken up.