Chapter 91 In Love.
The lingering heat of Camille’s lips on mine still burned on my lips as we broke apart, our breathing ragged in the cool, magnolia-scented night air. Moonlight spilled across the opulent balcony, gilding the marble railing and the lush gardens below. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic counterpoint to the sudden, profound silence that had fallen between us. I saw my own stunned desire reflected in her eye. Those beautiful eyes that drew me to her like moth to flame.
"You… you really feel that way about me?" I whispered, the words catching in my throat. I was unable to believe someone like her would love me.
Camille didn’t answer with words at first. Instead, a shy, tender smile curved her lips, one that reminded me of the clumsy housemaid who knew nothing about house chores.
"I have felt this way for so long, Josh," she murmured, her voice a velvet caress. "From the very moment you pulled your doors open to welcome me, my heart already wanted you."
She stepped closer, the thin silk of her nightdress whispering against my shirt. Her other hand rose, her fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear. The touch was light, almost hesitant, as if she were afraid I might break.
"I was so scared to tell you," she continued, her gaze locked onto mine. "Being what I am… I didn't think I deserved your heart."
"Camille…" My voice was rough, barely recognizable to my own ears.
"I want to show you everything, Josh," she whispered. "I want to give you the world if I have to."
Before I could process the depth of her words, her mouth found mine again. This time, it wasn't a shock; it was a sanctuary. The kiss was slow and sweet, filled with a yearning that had been suppressed for far too long. I surrendered to it completely, my hands finding the small of her back, pulling her flush against me. The hardness of my body met the yielding softness of hers, and a low moan escaped me, vibrating between our lips.
With a gentle tug on my hand, she guided me backward, away from the balcony's edge and through the open French doors into the moonlit bedroom. The opulent surroundings—the heavy drapes and the massive four-poster bed—paled in comparison to her. My focus was entirely on the woman before me. Her touch was everywhere, unbuttoning my shirt with a deliberate, reverent slowness.
When my clothes finally pooled at my feet, I stood before her. I felt exposed, my heart racing not with fear, but with an aching need to be close to her. Her gaze traveled over me with a look of pure, quiet awe.
"You are so beautiful, Josh," she breathed.
Her words caused a strange sensation to travel down my body. I have never felt this way before. The feeling was almost overwhelming.
She closed the distance, her cool palms framing my face before sliding down to my shoulders. She leaned in, her long, dark hair forming a curtain around us, her lips tracing a path of fire down my neck. She found the pulse point at my throat and lingered there, her breath warm against my skin.
"I want to belong to you and I want you to belong to me as well," she whispered against my skin.
She guided me toward the bed, and as I lay back against the cool silk coverlet, she moved with me. She straddled my hips, her nightdress a thin barrier between us. She leaned down, her lips finding mine again in a kiss that tasted of absolute surrender. Her hands roamed my chest, her touch light and cherishing, making every nerve ending in my body sing.
My lips moved before I could stop them. "Please, Camille," I managed to choke out, my hands tangling in her hair.
She smiled, a sweet, radiant expression that reached her eyes. She shifted, her kisses moving down the planes of my stomach, each one a promise. Then, she leaned over me, her eyes blazing like dark stars. With a slow, graceful movement, she tugged the silken strap of her dress down, baring herself to the moonlight.
I couldn't hold back a gasp. Every part of her was definitely carved carefully by the goddess of beauty. I reached up, my thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. She leaned into my hand, looking so small and precious in that moment that my protective instincts flared anew.
She positioned herself above me, guiding us together. As she sank down, sheathing me in her molten heat, I cried out—a sound of pure, overwhelming bliss. The connection was shattering. She began to move, a slow, deep roll of her hips that felt like a prayer. Her head tilted back, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"Mine," she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut.
She set a rhythm that was agonizingly sweet, rising and falling with a grace that left me breathless. Each downward stroke sent jolts of pure electricity through my spine. Her hands were braced on my chest, her fingers occasionally curling into my skin, anchoring us both. I watched her, mesmerized by the way the moonlight played across her skin and the soft sway of her body.
The coil inside me tightened, winding toward an inevitable peak. I was panting, my skin slick with sweat. "Camille… I’m so close…"
She leaned down, her cool breasts brushing my chest, her mouth hovering just inches from mine. "Then let go, Josh," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm right here with you."
As her hips continued their deep, soul-stirring rhythm, she pressed her lips to my neck. I felt the sharp, sudden sting of her fangs. The sensation was shocking, but it was immediately consumed by a wave of pure, unadulterated euphoria. It crashed through me like liquid lightning, flooding every nerve and converging with the intense friction of our bodies.
It was too much to bear. The rhythm, the heat, and the indescribable bliss of her bite sent me over the edge. My climax ripped through me with volcanic force. I arched violently beneath her, a wordless cry tearing from my throat as I emptied myself into her in hot, pulsing waves. It felt as if my very soul were being shared with her in that moment.
Her own release followed instantly. Camille gasped against my neck, her body trembling in my arms. I felt her muscles clench rhythmically around me as she drank, the sensation intensifying the blinding ecstasy until I thought my heart might actually stop from the sheer joy of it.
Slowly, the world began to settle. Camille’s movements stilled, and she draped her body heavily over mine. She gently detached, her tongue grazing the small marks on my neck with a cooling touch that sent lingering aftershocks through me. She lifted her head, her lips a deep, beautiful crimson, her eyes filled with a fierce, possessive tenderness.
She traced my jawline with a cool fingertip, her gaze soft and adoring. "Youre mine now Josh," she whispered, her voice rough with spent passion. "You have no idea how long I have waited for this."
She kissed me softly, a lingering touch that tasted of salt and moonlight. And as I held her close, trembling in the aftermath of such a profound connection, I knew she was right. No wealth, no safety, and no ordinary life could ever compare to the terrifying, exquisite belonging I found in her arms. For the first time in my life, I wasn't just existing. I was home.