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Tamryn

The weeks go by, and a full month after our therapy session where I apparently showed Sarah my two alters because I was scared of losing Caleb, he woke up in the middle of the night with a bad nightmare.

I clutch the blanket with one hand, and reach out with the other, tapping and pulling at his arm, too scared to get close and make it worse.

"Caleb. Caleb, I'm here," I call out softly. "I'm here, love."

I force myself to stay calm, even though my heart is pounding out of control like it always is when this happens to him. I turn my head and gesture for Ringo to get off the bed, and then lower Tink carefully before tip-toeing over to the door and putting them on the other side.

Coming back to the bed, I lower myself all the way down flat on my back, and put a shaky hand to his and squeeze.

Too afraid to touch him anywhere else. He makes a rough sound in his throat before his eyes pop open and he snatches me up by my arm, hauling me to him.

Before I can have a second to consider what this means, his mouth crashes against mine in a hard, bruising kiss that takes my breath away and surprises me with his viciousness.

"Camilla," he whispers harshly, making my blood sing in my veins.

His hands fist in my nightgown and tears it down my shoulder, baring my breast. My fingers sink into his hair, gripping tightly.

I have half a second of awareness before he flips us so he's over me and then lowers his head on a growl, pulling my nipple into his mouth in a hot, wet suck that has my skin breaking out in goosebumps, and my pussy throbbing with need.

"Caleb, what about your nightmare-"

"I'm not going to let her fucking win," he says in a dark tone, roughly jerking my legs up and back and yanking up my nightgown to bunch around my waist.

He rains rough kisses down my body, and I yelp in shock as he dips his head between my legs and mercilessly licks a hot stripe up the center of my pussy, flicking between my lips to open them up for him.

Growling like a man possessed, he sucks my clit into his mouth between his teeth, and latches on at the same time he thrusts two thick fingers deep into me.

I flinch against him, bringing my hands to his hair and gripping as red-hot pleasure shoves itself into my marrow it's so deep.

"Caleb!" I moan, rolling my hips into him, wanting more. “Yes!”

My stomach trembles and my core heats up with mind numbing pleasure as his head bobs and weaves between my legs as he eats me viciously through my first orgasm. Tremors wrack my body, and the heat floods me from the inside out causing sweat to mist my skin.

Overwhelmed, I let go of his head and slap a hand to the headboard, clenching my toes as he continues without giving me a break. I'm so sensitive I honestly believe I could scream the house down. I'd sure be justified, the way he's eating at me like I'm his last meal.

His wet tongue works through the lips of my pussy relentlessly, tapping and flicking at my clit to the point I begin to beg, but he doesn't relent.

Just keeps on working between my legs until I feel like one too-stretched out nerve, ready to snap.

I'm so embarrassed by how wet I am down there.

I know it's covering his mouth and chin, because I feel it pooling beneath me on the bed, but he won't stop.

"Caleb, please," I gasp, squirming my hips. "Caleb!"

He nibbles my clit in response, and when I try to jerk my hips away he digs his fingers in my hip and holds me in place, groaning with me as I freefall into my next orgasm with disbelieving wail.

My legs splay wide, and I lay there, panting as he lets my clit go of his tight hold with a suctioning sound and pulls his fingers from my clasping channel, taking a long second to suck them clean.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, I gasp as he throws himself to his back next to me, grabs my wrist, and then yanks me on top of him.

Not sure what's going on, I slide atop his body clumsily, my brows raising, and still panting weakly through the aftershocks of my orgasm. But I don't say a damn word, too scared to screw up what's happening.

His hand works between our legs, and he roughly pushes his sweatpants down his hips, freeing his perfect cock. It slaps my inner thigh, smearing precome on my mound as he pushes his hips up, searching.

"Sit on my cock," he grits out, making my heart skip a beat with how depraved he sounds.

"Uhnn!" I cry out, my breath hitching in my throat when he slams me roughly down on the tip of his cock, and when my body opens for him, my thighs tense up, fighting against the intrusion because he's just so thick.

His eyes glitter up at me in the darkness, and his fingers bite even harder into my hips as he pushes through my body's resistance, sinking through the tender clasping muscles of my pussy, seating himself deep.

I'm so swollen that he feels even bigger than normal. And though it's a bit uncomfortable to be spread so wide in this position, I welcome it.

Welcome him.

He lets one of my hips go to link his fingers with my left hand.

Tingles fly throughout my entire body as we lock eyes, staring at each other as something raw and vulnerable passes between us.

His thumb tightens over mine, and I feel everything inside me turn to mush at the look in his eyes.

It's vulnerable, trusting, a tad bit scared.

But he's also resigned. I see it.

He lets my hand go to settle his grip back on my hip and bunches my flesh between his fingers. His eyes narrow, and his chest flexes, my only clue that he's about to attack my body.

"Mmph." I inhale a sharp breath through my nose, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth as he pulls me off all the way to the tip, and then slaps me back down harshly at the same time he lifts and rolls his hips.

I scream, jerking against him, but I tighten my knees to his hips and hang on for all I've got.

Up and down he lifts me, our bodies meeting harshly; the only sound filling the room besides our disjointed, desperate breathing and the headboard banging against the wall.

"Take her touch away," he gasps, his eyes wet with tears as he pounds into me just a little faster. "Camilla."

The desperation in his voice breaks my defenses and has me fired up for him. I flush with warmth and need, and desire to protect him. I'll do whatever he asks of me. Whatever he needs, I'll give it to him.

Whatever he wants, is his. He can have it all.

"I will," I whimper. "I'll take it away so you'll never feel her again, my love. I love you."

Lowering my hands to his chest, I smooth my fingertips across the straining muscles, purposefully keeping my touch soft.

Not able to help myself, I lean down and lick over to lick the flat disc of his nipple, nipping and sucking.

He growls, slinging his hips into me, and somehow thickens even more, spreading me even wider. "Fuck me, baby," he pants, "harder."

What's ironic is I'm not even doing any work. He's single handedly taking over, but at his command, I move.

"Oh God…." I tip my head back and squirm on top of him.

I swivel my hips, and Caleb groans with pleasure that sends mine sky high.

The tendons in his neck stick out pronounced, and his lips pull back as his face tightens in pleasure.

"Oh my God! it's so thick," I cry out, feeling my breasts bounce hard as he firms his grip on me and helps keep me in rhythm. "Caleb!"

"I know, baby." He lifts his head, latching onto my sensitive nipple.

I flinch and gasp as the wet heat sears me, and when I feel his teeth scrape, tugging, I freeze, gasping as I gush my pleasure between us.

"You're my good girl," he says, my first clue that he's all in, truly lost in wanting me to help him through this, because he will not say good girl for fear of making me turn into my seven-year-old alter.

"Caleb," I moan. " Caleb, I'm c-cumming!"

He nibbles my nipple again before letting go and falling back to the pillow as I flinch, tensing up as my orgasm explodes from the inside out, filling me up, tightening my nipples, and curling my fingers and toes as it just keeps coming and coming.

He groans, rolling his hips into me. Gasping as he succumbs to his own orgasm and hot lashes of semen fill me up with warmth.

His hips lower to the bed, and my knees touch the mattress as we both pant, and work to come back to earth.

My hand goes to the very slight bump in my belly and I pant, trying to get my bearings. I look down at him, seeing my other hand still flush on his chest, the color is high on his face as he looks up at me.

"Thank you," Caleb chokes out, his voice quivering. He puts a hand to my belly tenderly, before smoothing up my arm until he gets to my face where he cups me tenderly. "I love you, and our baby."

Unable to speak, I nod weakly and lower my forehead to his as the first tears slip down his face. His arms band around me, and he holds me close as we rock, soothing each other.

A few hours later I'm at the vanity brushing my hair when he comes up behind me, sweeping my hair over one shoulder and pressing his lips to the side of my neck. His arms wrap around me tightly, and he tilts me gently to the side, one hand cupping my belly possessively as he nuzzles into me.

"Thank you for this morning," he whispers, kissing a line to my ear and pressing a hard kiss there, making me break out in goosebumps.

"For what?" I giggle, turning my head to the side to look up at him. Reaching forward, I run my fingers through his hair. "What'd I do now?"

He grins. "Nothing."

I gasp, and half turn in my seat to pin him with a faux upset stare. "Caleb!" I scold him, lightly hitting his arm. "You tell me this instant."

Caleb's face goes from playful to sober as he goes down on one knee before me and runs a heavy hand up my arm. "You were on top this morning."

My lips part in surprise, and my eyes go wide.

I feel my face go warm, and though my initial reaction is to be happy for him -for us , I can't help but also feel sad.

My shoulders slump, but I try to put a lighthearted grin on my face.

We'd agreed he'd share the intimate moments he'd shared with my alter, but I still feel like I'm left out.

Like I can't fully enjoy these wins.

I smile at him again and put the brush down, getting up from the little vanity seat and walking over to our bed where I yank the covers straight and fluff the pillows.

"Tamryn?" he asks in a concerned voice. "What is it, baby?"

I keep my eyes downcast, focusing on tucking the top sheet over the blanket just right and picking imaginary lint off the cover. "It's nothing."

He pauses for a second then turns to sit on the bed, reaching over to grab my hand in his, imploring me with pleading eyes.

I pull away, and turn to the nightstand to straighten it up next; grabbing up my mug from last night's hot cocoa, as well as the napkin left there, and moving to walk around the bed ignoring him staring at me.

What if Camilla gets all the good times with Caleb and baby Tris, and you're just left with all the sorrow and the bad stuff?

I'm so engrossed in my thoughts that when I feel a warm hand wrap around my wrist I jump, dropping the empty mug on the floor. It hits the rug with a dull thump, but when I look back up, Caleb is sinking down to the floor on one knee and holding out a wedding ring.

My eyes go wide.

"Caleb," I say in a shocked tone, putting a trembling hand over my mouth. "Caleb, what are you doing?"

He shakes his head. "No," he says in a choked voice. "It's not what I'm doing. What are you doing?" I get lost for a second staring into his beautiful eyes, the eyes that saw me all those months ago and decided I was worth saving. "Tamryn, will you marry me, my love?"

I bend down, placing my hand against his cheek and smoothing my thumb over his bottom lip. Not believing how lucky I am that my savior wants to marry me.

"It's Camilla," I whisper with a little giggle. "And yes. I will."

He chuckles, rising to his feet before gathering me to his chest and tilting my head up to look into my eyes. Lowering his mouth to mine, he treats me to a bone searing kiss that makes my knees buckle and my soul weep.

"Always," he whispers against my lips. "You're mine for always. And I'm never letting you go."