Page 208 of Corrupting Camille

“Kane,” she whimpers, voice trembling, fractured against my skin, a plea, a promise, a goddamn invitation to ruin.

My hand drifts lower, sliding down her body, gripping the back of her thigh. Her breath hitches sharply, knees weakening as I push her harder against the wall, pinning her there completely. My thigh presses between hers, forcing them apart. Her dress bunches higher, and my hand finds bare, trembling skin beneath.

Fuck. No panties.

I growl softly, possessively, nipping at her jaw. “You wore this for me, didn’t you?”

Her breath rushes out on a trembling gasp. “Yes.”

I step back slightly, eyes locked on hers, her gaze dropping instantly as I unbuckle my belt. The leather slides free with a sharp, urgent hiss, making her tremble again, eyes darkening with raw hunger as I free myself, hard, ready, and aching to bury myself inside her.

“You see what you do to me?” I rasp roughly, gripping her thigh and lifting her effortlessly. “How fucking desperate you make me?”

“Yes,” she breathes again, her voice ragged and sweet.

With a single brutal thrust, I slam into her, burying myself to the hilt, stretching her, claiming her. She cries out sharply, head thrown back, nails clawing frantically at my shoulders, thighs squeezing tight around me, locking me inside.

“Fuck,” I groan, voice fractured, savage. I brace one hand beside her head, the other gripping her thigh harder, anchoringher against the wall, giving her no escape from the slow, merciless thrusts that drive deeper with every stroke.

“Move,” I growl against her mouth, lips brushing softly over hers. “Show me exactly how you danced out there, Camille. Slow. Fuck me like you want everyone out there to hear you.”

Her hips roll hesitantly, grinding down, taking me deeper with deliberate care. Her thighs tremble, eyes squeezed shut, every stroke dragging a desperate, ragged gasp from her throat.

“Just like that,” I whisper roughly, nipping her lower lip, tasting her helplessness. “Slow. Let me feel every inch.”

Her rhythm quickens, careful movements turning frantic, desperate. She rides me deeper, thighs quivering, nails cutting into my shoulders as she loses herself in the raw sensation. I meet her movements, hips driving mercilessly, filling her, claiming her, taking every desperate gasp she gives me.

“Kane,” she begs brokenly, eyes glassy and pleading, breath fracturing. “I can’t…”

“You fucking can,” I command roughly, thrusting harder, deeper, pressing her into the wall. “take it, Munequita, take every inch...”

She shudders violently, cries turning sharp, needy. Her body clenches tightly around me, the tension drawing almost painfully tight.

“Come for me,” I growl, voice savage and demanding. “Now, Camille.”

She shatters instantly, body arching off the wall, tightening fiercely around me. My name spills from her lips like a tortured prayer, shuddering cries echoing through the empty hallway, dragging me ruthlessly into oblivion with her.

I erupt inside her, thrusting brutally as she convulses around me, spilling deep.

“Fuck, Camille,” I groan into her throat, breathing harshly as we cling to each other, sweat-slick, trembling. “You’re mine.”

She whimpers softly, head falling onto my shoulder, breath trembling hotly against my neck. I press my mouth to her forehead, letting her feel every possessive, protective instinct surging through me.

“Can you walk?” I murmur roughly.

She gives a soft, embarrassed laugh, cheeks flaming, eyes still dazed. “Maybe. In a minute.”

“Good.” My thumb brushes her swollen lower lip. “Because I’m taking you back out there exactly like this.”

Her gaze snaps to mine, eyes wide and dark. “They’ll know.”

“I fucking hope so.” I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me. “They’ll know you’re mine. That I just took you against this wall, and that every fucking scream was my name.”

She swallows hard, heat flooding her cheeks. Slowly, she smoothes the twisted silk of her dress, but it does little to hide the beautiful wreckage I’ve made of her.

I buckle my belt quickly, then take her hand firmly in mine, fingers threaded possessively.

“Come on,” I rasp, a dark smirk tugging at my lips as we head back toward the courtyard. “Let’s show them exactly how good you’ve been treated.”