Dark | shawmila

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Camila's POV
"I'm just going to shower and change. Won't be long." Shawn spoke before kissing the top of my head.
I had stayed and watched him train until the session ended. The hall was nearly empty as equipment was packed away. Shawn obviously enjoyed his job . But I had a feeling he longed to be the one in the ring, instead of watching from the side lines. But I wasn't surprised they didn't allow him to fight. Just the thought of what his opponent would look like at the end of their boxing match brought goose bumps to my skin.
I watched as he turned away for a second. But it startled me as he quickly spun again. Shawn's body backed me up against the wall. Big eyes sparkled as large hands held my hips. Hot breath puffed over me, dark curls tickling my cheek as his plump lips moved to my ear.
"That's if you don't want to come and help me." He whispered seductively.
His raspy voice sent shivers through my body. I struggled to compose myself. Shawn always left me a little flustered. I giggled as his nose brushed my neck, my hands batting him away.
"Alright, alright. Wait for me, Love." Shawn laughed.
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Shawn's POV
I hauled my bag onto my shoulder, checking I had everything before making my way out of the changing rooms. Camila was right where I left her but Tom was now sat next to her. They didn't notice as I stood leaning in the darkened door frame. They were talking; Tom swigging water from his bottle. I watched as Camila brought her hand up to her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle at something Tom had said. My jaw tensed at their interaction. I didn't like it. Camila was mine.
She smiled shyly at him, cheeks blushing slightly. My bag dropped with a thud to the floor, both of them sharply turning their heads towards me. But I noticed neither of them made an effort to move away from each other. I strolled over to where they sat. Camila smiled up at me. But my attention turned to Tom.
"Alright, mate?"
I gave him a tight nod.
"Camila, we're going." I told her.
She didn't argue, lifting the strap of her bag over her shoulder. Tom swiftly stood up by the side of me. When his hand reached out to help her up I couldn't stop my fists from clenching. I desperately tried to keep calm for Camila's sake.
"I've got her." I spoke sternly.
Tom frowned in confusion but withdrew his hand anyway.
"Shawn?" Camila questioned.
I gripped her smaller hand in mine, tugging her into my side. She barely had enough time to say goodbye to him before I had guided her over to the door, swiftly picking up my bag and leaving. We walked at a fast pace across the tarmac to my car. The night was drawing in rapidly, street lights beginning to flicker on.
"Shawn what's wrong?"
I felt Camila tug on my hand, attempting to get me to stop. My heavy duffle bag slid from my shoulder to the floor. She let out a surprised gasp as I gripped her hips, lifting her up onto the bonnet of my car. Camila's legs hung off the edge, my body moving in between her thighs. Removing her bag, it was placed on top of my larger one. I caught hold of her wrist, bringing it up to my mouth. My lips pressed wet kisses to the soft underside. Her breath became a little sharper with my touch. My gaze hardened on her.
"Do you like him?" I asked between kisses.
"W-What? Who?"
I smirked, knowing my actions were jumbling her thoughts. My body moved in slightly closer, free hand resting on the top of her leg. I slowly ran my touch up and down her thigh, squeezing every so often.
"Tom. Do you like him?"
I nudged the sleeve of her hoody up higher, allowing me more access for my lips to trail up the inside of her forearm. Camila's long eyelashes were fluttering with the intimate attention she was receiving.
"Yeah, he's sweet." She spoke.
Anger washed over me. I gripped her thigh tightly, keeping her on the bonnet. My mouth pressed hard to her skin, sucking harshly at her words. My eyes stayed locked on hers, Camila's lips parting in surprise and discomfort. She whimpered trying to break her arm free but I tightly held it to my mouth.
"Shawn." She winced.
I released her arm seconds later. Her fingers brushed over the red mark and she grimaced at the sore skin. Camila raised her head looking questioningly at me, not sure why she deserved such a harsh response. I felt my jaw clench as I leant into her. Small hands were placed on my shoulders but her attempts to keep me away proved unsuccessful. My lips brushed her neck before I spoke.
"Do you want him to kiss you?" I whispered. "Take you to his bed?"
She gripped my hand still holding her thigh, prying my fingers from her.
"Let me down." She huffed, moving her hand to press to my chest.
She slipped from the bonnet as I took a step back. I looked down at her, Camila's face expressing annoyance. It surprised me when she pushed me up against the side of the car.
"Ugh, God. You're so possessive and you overreact, Shawn." Annoyance hinting in her voice.
I watched as she huffed, stomping away from the car across the tarmac. My jaw clenched, feet moving after her and round to the back of the vehicle. The boot was unlocked, carelessly chucking our bags in. I slammed it shut before swiftly walking in Bo's direction. Once I reached her small frame, my fingers wrapped round her wrist tugging her to me. I smirked, holding her body to mine. A sigh fell from my lips with the feeling of her back pressed to my chest. Camila squirmed slightly as I dipped my head down to her ear.
"He could never make you feel as good as I do." I whispered.
My lips made contact with the skin just below her ear, sucking gently. I loved to pleasure her. The feeling I received whilst watching her writhe with my touch was something indescribable. I wanted to hear her gasp and whimper. But I wasn't getting the reaction I desired to see this time. Even when I nipped at the warmth of her neck, Camila still remained stationary, refusing to give in to me. Her resistance towards me made me chuckle.
"Let's see how long you can hold out, shall we?" I challenged quietly.
My tongue licked a hot stripe up her neck before my arm knocked her legs out from under her. Camila's wide blue eyes made contact with mine. My arms held her to my chest and I winked at her before walking over to the car. The back door of the vehicle was tugged open. I placed Camila down onto the dark leather. She reluctantly shuffled away with my close proximity as I climbed in, shutting the door behind me. I laughed, gripping her ankles, tugging her to me, Camila's body laid back on the seating. My hands rummaged in the bag of clothes I kept in the back of my car before tugging out a thick jumper. I folded it, Camila's body tensing as I leaned over her. I gently lifted her head up, placing the clothing under.
"I want you to watch." I whispered.
It surprised me how well she was doing so far. Camila's defiance not faltering for a second. But then again, I hadn't really started yet. My hands pushed her legs up so her knees were bent, allowing me to rest in between them.
"I know you like this."
I started to kiss down her neck, taking time to gently suck every now and then.
"Bet he wouldn't know you have a sweet spot just here." I whispered, before nibbling on the small area where her neck met her jaw.
I drew back smiling, her eyes were obviously closed as I carried out the lingering actions of my lips. But they flew open just in time to meet mine. She made herself appear uninterested, bravely holding my eye contact. Her blue orbs widened slightly as I brought her hand up to my mouth, pressing my lips to the back. I fiddled with her fingers before sliding them into my hair. Camila knew if she made any attempt to play with the curls, I would win. I also knew she was dying to fist my ringlets between her fingers but she remained stubborn. I liked this game.
"I'll make you forget about him, Baby" I mumbled.
She intently watched me unzip her hoody to reveal her t-shirt underneath. The bottom of Camila's top was nudged up to uncover her smooth stomach. The softness of her skin was one of the many features I loved about her. I don't know why but it reminded me of how innocent she was. My head dipped, lips barely touching over the expanse of her middle. Delicate kisses were pressed to her, but the only response I received was a slight increase in breath. I smiled when my nose grazed just above her belly button, Camila subtly flinching, fingers lightly twitching in my curls.
I raised my head smirking at her. Her face stayed emotionless. I moved forward to lean over her. Camila's hand slipping to the back of my neck. I placed my weight on one arm to the left of her head. My free hand hovered over her chest before my index hooked into the neck of her top. I slowly dragged the material down lower, revealing more of her soft skin. My tongue wetted my lips as I stared down at her. The material of her top bunched up over her breasts. Her stomach and top of her chest exposed to me. But she still stayed frozen looking up at me. I smiled, fiddling with the pendent round her neck; she hadn't taken it off since I gave it to her. My teeth caught hold of the chain, playfully tugging at it before it fell to her chest.
"Mmm, you smell good." I moaned as I dipped my head.
My tongue darted out, leaving wet spots all over her chest. It was when I blew over the cool dots that her fingers slid back into my hair, tightly fisting my curls between her fingers. The beautiful sound of her gasping filled the quiet backseat. I'd won. Smiling, my face nuzzled into the crook of her neck. I playfully growled, lightly biting at her skin. Her body flinched when my hand skimmed down her front, grazing her breasts and over her stomach. The hold in my hair tightened as I attempted to pop the button of her jeans.
"Shawn." She breathily spoke.
I didn't stop until my head was tugged up.
"We were talking about you...I asked Tom about you."
I stared at her for a second, taking time to absorb and process her words. My mouth opened to say something but closed moments later as I remained speechless.
"I don't want him." She protested.
Camila surprised me with her dominating actions. I lowly moaned as she pulled me up by my hair, my face level with hers.
"It's only you." She whispered.
I smiled, resting my forehead on hers, inhaling her trembling breath. Our lips continually brushed but we didn't kiss. Camila's words were something I'd never heard before. Despite the amount of women I'd been with, not one had told me I was their only one. My fingers entwined with her free hand, squeezing gently. When our lips did finally meet in a kiss my heart was thumping heavily against my chest.
I didn't want anyone else, it was only Camila.