Page 24 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

TELL ME WHERE YOU WANT IT, IMOGEN

IMOGEN

I want so badly to believe that Cam is okay with how I live my life.

That the cost of pursuing something with him wouldn't mean I'd have to give up the part of myself that I was forced to lock away for so long.

But in my experience, men might say they are fine with sharing.

.. until the reality of it kicks them in the face.

I allow Cam to tug me closer, and I straddle his lap, sighing against his lips while he continues to claim my mouth.

He grips the back of my head, holding me still so he can devour me. There's nothing soft or gentle about the way he's holding me right now, and I fucking love it.

The more I told him about my previous experiences, it was clear it was turning him on, but that's just in his imagination. It's safe when he can just conjure up fake images of me fucking others, but there's no way he'd handle it in person.

He tugs my head back, firm but not too hard, and moves his lips down my neck.

He nips at the sensitive spot below my ear - the same one he'd sucked on while he got me off that first night - and the memory of that encounter sends a shiver down my spine.

While we'd fucked all over his house on Friday night, we'd not had that same intense moment where he'd stared into my soul, and I have to admit, I kind of missed it.

Even if it had scared the absolute shit out of me that night at the club.

Almost like he can read my thoughts, his grip on my hair tightens, and he sits back to look me in the eye as his hand slides up my thigh.

When he'd pressed the intercom button on the front door of my building, I had yanked my underwear off, already wet at the idea of him fucking me against the door.

But then he'd brought food, and it had thrown me off.

When his hand reaches my bare pussy, his eyes flare. "I knew I'd find you bare. So fucking wet and ready for me."

He holds me immobile, and all I can do is stare into his eyes as he shoves two fingers inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but his expert fingers find my g-spot immediately as his thumb presses against my clit.

"Should I make you beg again, Imogen?" he asks, his tone once again shifting to the dominant one that takes over in the heat of the moment.

I whimper as he maintains the steady movement with his hand. Enough to make me quiver, but not hard enough for me to come.

"Please... I need more," I whisper, and a wicked smile appears on his face.

"And what is it you need more of, Imogen? My fingers? My tongue?" He moves his face closer again, pressing his lips to that sensitive spot once more, then runs his tongue over my skin. "Or my cock?" he adds in a low, seductive tone.

"All of it. I need all of it," I moan.

He gives a dark chuckle, thrusting harder with his fingers.

"Such a greedy girl. And where do you want all of it?

Do you want my cock in your mouth? Or in this tight little pussy?

" He thrusts again, before sliding his fingers out and circling the tight puckered hole only an inch away.

"Or how about in here?" With his thumb still working my clit, he slides the tip of his finger in slowly, and I moan louder.

"That's what I thought. You want my cock everywhere, don't you, dirty girl? "

"Yes," I whisper, closing my eyes as the burn subsides while he fucks my arse slowly with his finger.

"In that case." He yanks his hand away, and I whimper. "You better get that hot little mouth started on my cock. Then I'll give you the orgasm you were begging for."

Blinking away the lust haze in my brain, I lift myself from his lap. He stands and strips his clothes off. Our dinner lays abandoned on the coffee table, but there's only one thing I'm hungry for right now. I rub my clit to ease the ache, and his eyes flare.

"Oh, no, none of that." He flicks his gaze towards the door, assessing the room. He nods towards the front door. "Go kneel with your back to the door."

Trying to work out what he's thinking, I follow his instructions, sinking to my knees in front of the closed door. He follows, sliding his hands down my arms to grab both my wrists. I let him lift my arms above my head, and he pins them against the door.

"Can't have you trying to get yourself off before I get my taste." With one hand pinning both my wrists to the door and the other gathering my hair into a rough ponytail, he presses the tip of his long, thick cock to my lips. "Open up, princess."

I do what he says, anticipation running through me. I haven't really had a chance to taste him like this yet. Friday night had been all about him controlling my body, to come at his command. But this... this is about his pleasure.

And I am eager to please.

He slides his cock between my lips, and I flatten my tongue along the underside.

After a few gentle thrusts, he finally slams himself down my throat, and I breathe through my nose, controlling my gag reflex.

If there's one thing I've perfected since I've been playing with Sebastian, it's deep throating.

I can tell Cam approves when his gaze turns feral, and his hold on the back of my head tightens almost to the point of pain.

"I knew your mouth would be just as amazing as the rest of you," he grinds out, holding my head completely still so that I have no choice but to take every inch of his cock as he thrusts hard.

My eyes water, but this only heightens my arousal. Watching him take what he wants from my body while controlling it like this...

Yeah, I'm probably fucked up, but I love it.

I am completely at his mercy like this, with his hand wrapped around my wrists, small and fragile in his giant palm.

The other hand moves my head, sometimes holding it completely still as he fucks my mouth with abandon.

Other times, he uses my hair to guide my head back and forth along his cock.

But every movement is all controlled by this tall, blond god of a man.

"You're so fucking perfect," he says, picking up the pace. "Look at you taking every inch of my cock like this, you dirty, dirty girl."

The wetness between my legs is almost embarrassing as his words make me ache.

I can tell the moment when his release begins, because he starts driving his hips forward faster as he shoves my mouth onto his cock.

His expression shifts, his pupils dilating, and his lips part.

A low groan falls from his mouth, and I feel him spurt down my throat.

He holds my head on his throbbing cock as his body spasms.

"That's right, princess. Every fucking drop," he says as he holds my gaze.

Once he's done, he pulls back and releases my wrists. My arms tingle as I lower them slowly, but he doesn't give me long to recover. Lifting me off my knees, he pushes me towards the couch, bending me forward and burying his face into my pussy .

A moan rips from my throat as he sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it.

He alternates between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue into my pussy, adding in the odd lick over my arsehole, just to keep me guessing.

I writhe against his face, and he grabs my hips, holding me still.

"Remember, princess. Your orgasms belong to me," he growls, and I do my best to stay still. "Good girl." He returns to what he was doing, running his tongue in a circle around my tight entrance.

The muscles in my abdomen clench, and I want so badly to come. I need to come.

But just like last time, when my body quivers, he pulls away. I whine, incapable of forming words as the frustration screams through me.

He chuckles, and I glare at him over my shoulder.

"You know you love it when I edge you, princess. The mind-numbing orgasm is worth the frustration you're feeling right now." He runs a hand over my arse, then slaps it, grinning when I moan. "So fucking responsive."

He shoves his fingers into my pussy and thrusts them in and out painfully slow while teasing my clit with a whisper light touch of his thumb. His tongue returns to rimming my arsehole, working me up again, only to pull away once more.

On and on it goes. At this point, I'm pretty sure he's the master of edging. My legs are trembling with need, and if it wasn't for the way he has me bent over the back of the couch, I'd be a fucking puddle on the floor.

When his tongue flicks my clit again, I sob. "Please, Cam. Please let me come," I moan, a frustrated tear tracking down my cheek.

He chuckles against my pussy but doesn't move away this time as my pussy flutters around his fingers.

I am the wettest I've ever been, and the throbbing between my legs is so intense that it hurts.

As the orgasm that has been denied a thousand times finally barrels down over me, my legs give out, and he grips my hips to keep me upright as I sob and moan, losing all ability to function as the pleasure rips through me in wave after wave. I scream his name as my ears ring.

"That's right, princess. Remember that it's me who turns you into a quivering mess right now. And I'm just getting started."

The sound of a condom wrapper ripping open sinks into my dazed brain, and I blink slowly as I turn to look at him while he rolls it over his rock-hard cock. He guides himself through the wetness of my release.

"Where should I put this, Imogen? In here?" He prods the entrance of my pussy with his cock. "Or here." He circles his tip around my arsehole, and I whimper, anticipation coursing through me.

He chuckles. "You want me to fuck your tight little arse, don't you, princess?"

I moan as he pushes in, just a fraction, before pulling away again, teasing me once more. "Tell me where you want it, Imogen," he commands.

"Fuck my arse, Cam!" I practically scream, and he chuckles.

"Okay, okay. I'll fuck your arse, seeing as you asked so nicely."

I glare at him, and he shoots me a wicked grin as he pushes the tip in once more. The familiar burn starts, and I hiss as he moves in and out in short, shallow thrusts, opening me further each time.

Finally, he slides all the way to the hilt with a groan. "So fucking tight."

The discomfort slowly ebbs away, and with each thrust of his hips, pleasure builds, and I moan again.

He finds my clit with the hand not gripping my hip, circling it with two fingers.

"I knew you'd be able to take everything I threw at you, and you didn't disappoint, princess. Your arse is almost as exquisite as your pussy. "

Every word that comes out of his mouth is wicked. Sebastian is the king of dirty talk, but Cam is proving to be just as good.

Each thrust, each slap of my arse has me coming undone, and I give myself over to him fully as he demands more, picking up speed and fucking my arse hard.

He may be able to pour his feelings into me when he's worshipping my body. But he can also fuck hard, and I can tell I'm never going to know which version of him I'm going to get.

This thought sends me over the edge, and I cry out as I come.

"Good girl." His thrusts slow before he eases out of me.

I always find this part of anal uncomfortable, but I don't notice as much when he pushes his finger into my pussy, giving me something to clamp around as my release continues to roll through me.

Once I've come back down to earth, he pulls out his finger and discards the condom before rolling on a fresh one.

Taking my hand, he leads me around the couch, taking a seat before pulling me down over him so that I'm straddling his lap. He guides me down onto his cock, and my pussy grips him as I slide right down. We both groan together as he fills me completely.

We sit like that for a few breaths, our foreheads touching.

He finally lifts my jumper over my head, then urges me to roll my hips, rocking me back and forth.

I ride his cock slowly as his lips find my breast. He sucks gently, running his tongue over my pebbled nipple while he massages my other breast with the hand that isn't gripping my hip.

When a whimper escapes from me, he pulls his head back and holds my gaze, reaching up to run his thumb along my lower lip.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispers, before pulling my head down to kiss me.

As I continue to roll my hips, I pour everything I'm feeling into the kiss. My chest tightens as the emotions swirl inside me, but I don't pull away when he gives himself over to the kiss with the same raw emotion .

We've moved past just pure fucking now, and I know he feels what I'm feeling.

I've definitely caught feelings for the man beneath me and am so utterly screwed.

And as we come together finally, I have to wonder just how much those feelings are going to end up ripping me apart.