Page 22 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

I SEE I'VE INTERRUPTED SOMETHING

IMOGEN

It's been years since I've shared a bed with anyone.

Even when I've been fucked hard by Sebastian, I've made sure there was no crossing that line we've both drawn.

He's always left after our interludes in my apartment, and I've never entered his bedroom at Dark Desires.

Sleeping next to each other implies some sort of relationship, and neither of us was interested in one of those.

But after the countless orgasms that Cam dragged from my body over several hours, we'd collapsed into bed, exhausted, and I'd passed out with his body wrapped around me, my back pressed into his chest.

And it was the best sleep I've had in years.

When I wake to find our bodies still entwined, I should be freaking out. This man is possibly the most aggravating man I've ever met, and yet, I want him. He pushes me outside my comfort zone, which is terrifying.

But I can't push him away.

The clock on his bedside table shows that it's after ten, meaning I've only slept for about five hours. I can feel Cam's hard cock nestled against my arse, and I wriggle, desperate to feel it slide into me again.

"Keep doing that, Imogen, and we're going to end up fucking again," he murmurs into my hair.

I wriggle again, and he groans. His grip tightens on my waist for a moment, before he rolls over, and I look over my shoulder to see him reach for the box of condoms on the bedside table behind him.

He rolls one on, then pulls me back against him, nudging the head of his cock against my entrance.

"Is this what you wanted?" He grabs my thigh and pulls my leg back over his, pushing in deep.

I moan. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl." He fucks me slowly, and I keep my leg hooked over his as he slides his hand around to find my clit.

"God, I could keep fucking this pussy for days.

Months. Years." With each thrust, my orgasm builds, slowly climbing as he rolls his hips and rubs my clit.

"Are you going to come for me, princess? "

I moan. "If I say yes, are you going to deny me again?"

He chuckles, thrusting harder. "No. Not this time."

"Thank fuck," I sob, and he chuckles again, applying more pressure to my clit.

The orgasm crashes over me, and he keeps fucking me through it, working towards his own release as I cry out, my pussy gripping his cock as my body shudders.

"Fuck!" He cries out a moment later, burying his face into my neck as his body spasms.

We stay like that for a moment, trying to catch our breath. He keeps holding me tightly against him, and it feels nice. Comforting.

Everything I shouldn't be wanting to feel.

He presses his lips to my throat, and I burrow further into him .

He chuckles and tightens his hold on me. "Didn't think you'd be up for snuggles."

"I'm not, usually."

His cock twitches inside me when I wriggle again. "Someone woke up horny," he says, brushing his lips over my ear.

"I always wake up horny," I reply.

He thrusts into me again. "Good to know."

Just as I feel him start to harden again, the sound of a door opening causes us both to freeze.

"Do you have a roommate?" I whisper.

"No," he replies, slipping out of me quickly.

He discards the condom and pulls on a pair of grey sweatpants.

"Cam?" A woman's voice calls out.

Cam groans and rubs a hand over his face. "Fuck. It's my mother."

My eyes widen. "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack. Look, stay here. You don't have to meet her. I'll get rid of her."

I laugh. "It's fine, Cam." I slide out of bed and grab one of his T-shirts off the chair next to the bed. I pull it over my head, and it falls down over my body, reaching my mid-thigh. "She's probably noticed the clothes strewn everywhere out there, anyway."

"Fuck... Yeah, you're right." Despite the rather comical situation we now find ourselves in, he can't seem to resist checking me out while I wear his clothes.

His eyes run over my body, flaring slightly.

Men are so predictable.

"Cam?" His mother calls out again, and he sighs.

"Hang on, I'll be there in a minute," he yells back, before lowering his voice. "You don't have to go out there. She's going to be nosy as hell."

I move to stand in front of him and pat his cheek. "I'm sure she's worked out that her baby boy likes to have sex. "

He grips my hand and squeezes it, levelling me with a knowing look. "We will not be saying that in front of her, devil woman."

I laugh, and he keeps holding my hand as he leads the way out of the room.

"Oh!" His mother is standing beside the couch, and she blushes when she sees us. Her gaze drifts to my clothes on the floor beside the front door, travels over Cam's discarded clothes a few feet away, and then back to us. "I see I've interrupted something."

"Yeah. Probably should have called first," Cam replies, a pained expression on his face.

"Did you forget I was coming around to use your computer?"

Cam looks chastened. "Yeah... Sorry."

She smiles. "That's fine darling. I can understand it slipping your mind when you've got a beautiful woman in your bed." Her eyes twinkle as she looks me over.

"Don't be weird, Mum." Cam sighs and waves his free hand between us. "Mum, this is Imogen. Imogen, the woman eyeing you with far too much interest is Carol."

I give her a little wave. "Hi Carol, nice to meet you."

"You too, Imogen. That's a lovely name."

I blush as she continues to study me. "Thank you, ma'am."

She laughs. "Oh no, it's Carol. No need for formalities when you're wearing my son's t-shirt with no underwear on."

My face basically catches on fire, and Cam shakes his head, sliding his arm around my waist.

"Behave, mother."

Carol grins. "I'll just be in your office. Don't mind me."

She heads off to one of the other bedrooms, leaving us to stare after her.

"She's fun," I say, and he gives a wry laugh.

"Yeah, she's definitely interesting."

"If that had been my mother, she'd either have had a heart attack on the spot, or be throwing holy water at us right now. "

He pulls me in to kiss my forehead. "Well, I am evil, so you know, she might be on to something with the holy water."

I lean into his embrace. "Don't joke. She's the evil one."

His arms tighten around me. "Sorry. I forgot about your shitty relationship with your parents."

I shake my head. "I don't have a relationship with them at all. I haven't seen them in twelve years."

He strokes his hand up and down my back. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's okay. I'm much better off without them."

He holds me for a few more moments, before stepping back. "Do you want some coffee?"

I consider it for a moment, then shake my head. "No. I should probably head home."

He nods. "I'll drop you home."

"It's okay," I tell him, placing my hand on his chest. "You should spend time with your mum."

He studies me for a moment. "So... Am I out of your system now?"

I consider lying. I should walk away without looking back.

This man doesn't belong in my world. He belongs in the real world, with the perfect wife and two point five kids.

Not whatever the hell I am these days.

But I can't do it. So I shake my head.

"No, Cam. I'm pretty sure you've buried yourself even further under my skin."

A slow smile spreads across his face, and he tugs me closer again, brushing his lips over mine. "Good, because you're deep under mine."