Page 70 of Cameron's Contract

“What was that about a sex ban?”

She suppressed a smile. “Have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You’re easily swayed, Ms. Lauren.” I pressed my cock against her sex.

Mia opened her legs farther and rocked against me. “You’re also the master of persuasion, Dr. Cole.”

“I’ve lost everything, yet you make me feel like I’ve won.”

“You need to sleep.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No, I just feel selfish right now.” Her head fell back, her long moan making me harder.

Tangled together, our kiss deep and passionate, our tongues intertwined, our fight was not for supremacy but to prove to each other how deep our love went, as though words failed us. The only truth was this, my mouth taking hers in a desperate fucking of souls.

Inside her now, I was unable to fathom how I’d not taken her like this, hard and fast, when I’d first stepped out of the elevator. This was the best way to find my center again.

Mia, where truth and beauty always waited for me.

“I was fighting for us, Mia, for our future.”

“You did everything you could, Cameron. You’ve given it your all.”

“Wasn’t enough.”

“We have each other,” she whispered.

Rocking into her, her tight and demanding sex caused my mind to splinter into a vortex of nothingness and I came hard. My warmth filled her, and my thoughts were gone, lost in this sea of pleasure.

I rose up and stared down at her.

She smiled. “You needed that.”

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of this fatigue.

I’d never come before a woman before. Ever.I was losing my edge.

Rising off Mia, I left the bed and went in search of my tie, bringing it back and tying her wrists together. I secured her to the headboard with the other end.

“Bring your legs up,” I said.

She obeyed, blinking with curiosity, watching.

Mia, my only hope of ever forgiving myself.

Sitting up beside her, I stroked her sex, resting a fingertip there now, circling slowly, feeling it swell. Her thighs trembled.

On and on I caressed, patiently allowing her climax to ascend and comforted by seeing her rise. She rose ever more until she reached that pinnacle. I continued on, sustaining Mia there until her jaw became slack, her body quivered, and her endless orgasm seduced her.

Pride swelled in me at seeing proof I’d marked her as my own with my seed, fused with this gratification at how she responded to my touch. Her cries of bliss filled the room.

That all-consuming tension of titillation burned between her thighs, concentrated in her core, making her nipples hard and erect. Shards of morning light danced over her complexion. I was at a perfect vantage point to admire the curves of a woman, watch her writhe, see her beholden to me.

With my other hand, I lowered her pelvis back down when she raised her hips, again demanding she surrender to the intensity.

This was the very same reward and punishment I’d bestowed when I’d released her from Chrysalis’s dungeon. Those days and night of her confinement seemed like light years away now. Those profound hours spent together working through her darkest memories and freeing her from the emotional chains that had bound her.