lowered me onto his lap. The pressure made me moan, and my head rolled to the side as we fell into a riding rhythm.
“So deep,” I whispered.
“So good. Keep moving, just like that, baby.” He leaned in to bite at my neck, and then he was everywhere, his groan possessing him and sending him into a flesh frenzy. Warmth invaded my collarbone, the hollow of my throat, and my earlobes, his scorching mouth dropping kisses all the way down my neck to my breasts. I absorbed each sensation, not missing the way his hands began to guide my waist into a harder, faster rhythm. I bucked my hips, letting him work my pace, gripping hard at his sweaty neck and shoulders.
“Gav!” I shouted, “Damn it!”
“ Sssshhhh ,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and biting down on my lip. “Control it, baby.”
Control it? Was he out of his mind? If there was anything we’d learned since we’d settled down in Amaranth, it was that we were loud in the bedroom—or wherever we found ourselves ripping each other’s clothes off. Our crescent scars might have disappeared since the vampire curse was broken, but our monkey sex—as Audrey used to call it—certainly had not.
“Can’t,” I panted.
“Come on, we’ve been practicing.” He began to laugh but it morphed into a groan. The sound sent spiraling bursts of pleasure shooting up my inner thighs, straight to my core.
“Then stop making sounds like that.”
“Do I need to shove your face into a pillow?”
“No,” I rose up and sank down onto him with a jolt, pulling a loud shout from his lips. “You need to stop doing this to me, if you expect me to keep quiet.”
His jaw clenched and gaze shifted into a playful warning as he glared up at me. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“What, this?” I rose up again and dropped down, grinding hard, grinning at him as his head fell back with a strained shout.
“Camille,” he hissed, his head snapping back up. I squealed as he leapt up from the chair, carrying me with him. He gripped me, keeping me tight against his hips, and dropped me onto the table top to slam into me. “Fine, you want to give everyone a show?”
I accepted his invitation, propping myself up on the heel of one hand to grab onto his neck with the other. Locking eyes with him, I jerked him forward. “Don’t we always?”
He shook his head and reared forward, eyes drifting from my lips and down to my breasts. “My beautiful girl.”
“I love you,” I cried, my fingernails digging into the wood of the table. I worked to steady myself, but the increased thundering of his hips kept knocking me off kilter, each strike less controlled, fueled with more desperation. The room’s air thickened around us, hot and humid, mixing with our heavy breaths and frantic pants, driving us both straight for the same destination. The modest table dressing, my notebooks, pens, and the table’s rose decoration scattered to the floor, and we came on a final shout, flexing and releasing our bodies together until we absorbed every last shock of pleasure.
“You,” Gavin breathed, “are trouble, Camille Hart.”
I half panted, half laughed. He only called me by my maiden name when I was indeed trouble. “Well, I hope you learned your lesson. Next time, don’t be so bossy.” Smiling into his neck, I gave him a light bite, sucking gently on his damp skin.
“I think Audrey’s snark finally rubbed off on you.”
“ Finally ?” I pulled back to look him in the eye, arching my brow. “Have you been living under a rock?”
“I like it,” he said cheerfully. “The new and improved Mrs. Devereaux.”
“And I like you bossy.” I poked him in the shoulder, my grin spreading. “Although I must admit I miss your shy smile. I think you’ve let your head get too big, husband.”
“I can’t help it,” he leaned in and grazed my nose with his, inhaling deeply. “Making love to you makes me bold.”
“As it should.” I pecked the end of his nose. “Now I
“So deep,” I whispered.
“So good. Keep moving, just like that, baby.” He leaned in to bite at my neck, and then he was everywhere, his groan possessing him and sending him into a flesh frenzy. Warmth invaded my collarbone, the hollow of my throat, and my earlobes, his scorching mouth dropping kisses all the way down my neck to my breasts. I absorbed each sensation, not missing the way his hands began to guide my waist into a harder, faster rhythm. I bucked my hips, letting him work my pace, gripping hard at his sweaty neck and shoulders.
“Gav!” I shouted, “Damn it!”
“ Sssshhhh ,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut and biting down on my lip. “Control it, baby.”
Control it? Was he out of his mind? If there was anything we’d learned since we’d settled down in Amaranth, it was that we were loud in the bedroom—or wherever we found ourselves ripping each other’s clothes off. Our crescent scars might have disappeared since the vampire curse was broken, but our monkey sex—as Audrey used to call it—certainly had not.
“Can’t,” I panted.
“Come on, we’ve been practicing.” He began to laugh but it morphed into a groan. The sound sent spiraling bursts of pleasure shooting up my inner thighs, straight to my core.
“Then stop making sounds like that.”
“Do I need to shove your face into a pillow?”
“No,” I rose up and sank down onto him with a jolt, pulling a loud shout from his lips. “You need to stop doing this to me, if you expect me to keep quiet.”
His jaw clenched and gaze shifted into a playful warning as he glared up at me. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“What, this?” I rose up again and dropped down, grinding hard, grinning at him as his head fell back with a strained shout.
“Camille,” he hissed, his head snapping back up. I squealed as he leapt up from the chair, carrying me with him. He gripped me, keeping me tight against his hips, and dropped me onto the table top to slam into me. “Fine, you want to give everyone a show?”
I accepted his invitation, propping myself up on the heel of one hand to grab onto his neck with the other. Locking eyes with him, I jerked him forward. “Don’t we always?”
He shook his head and reared forward, eyes drifting from my lips and down to my breasts. “My beautiful girl.”
“I love you,” I cried, my fingernails digging into the wood of the table. I worked to steady myself, but the increased thundering of his hips kept knocking me off kilter, each strike less controlled, fueled with more desperation. The room’s air thickened around us, hot and humid, mixing with our heavy breaths and frantic pants, driving us both straight for the same destination. The modest table dressing, my notebooks, pens, and the table’s rose decoration scattered to the floor, and we came on a final shout, flexing and releasing our bodies together until we absorbed every last shock of pleasure.
“You,” Gavin breathed, “are trouble, Camille Hart.”
I half panted, half laughed. He only called me by my maiden name when I was indeed trouble. “Well, I hope you learned your lesson. Next time, don’t be so bossy.” Smiling into his neck, I gave him a light bite, sucking gently on his damp skin.
“I think Audrey’s snark finally rubbed off on you.”
“ Finally ?” I pulled back to look him in the eye, arching my brow. “Have you been living under a rock?”
“I like it,” he said cheerfully. “The new and improved Mrs. Devereaux.”
“And I like you bossy.” I poked him in the shoulder, my grin spreading. “Although I must admit I miss your shy smile. I think you’ve let your head get too big, husband.”
“I can’t help it,” he leaned in and grazed my nose with his, inhaling deeply. “Making love to you makes me bold.”
“As it should.” I pecked the end of his nose. “Now I
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