The Real

“Fuck yes, it is,” he said as he reached around and pressed a finger to my clit while I hung on the tips of my toes. Impaled, I loved every second of it as he pulled back and pushed in deeper than he’d ever gone.

I felt myself fold then, my body convulsing as he sped up his thrusts, his powerful thighs anchoring me while he pressed in and hit me so deeply I grappled with the stars I saw.

“Yes,” he hissed out aggressively as if he were angry I hadn’t waited for him.

“Please more, please,” I begged as he sank in deep and then pulled back, pressing me down again and pushing in just . . . so. My orgasm shot through me in waves, my legs shaking from his deep penetration.

“Oh my God!” I screamed as my body detonated from the inside ou

t.

“That’s possession, baby. That’s the part that I need to own aside from what beats in your chest. I’m taking the rest,” he whispered before he licked the skin of my back while he feathered his lips across what he left wet.

I was still trembling with my release when he reared back, pressed his finger to my clit, and hit me again. My legs gave out beneath me, and Cameron caught me by the hips while I gripped my counter for leverage.

I couldn’t stop my body’s response. I just kept falling apart with every other strong stroke, and he refused to let up.

“Cameron,” I begged as he slid in precisely, letting me know he knew exactly what he was doing, and his intent to claim me. He’d always known.

“I can’t. I can’t.”

“Come,” he commanded as he swiveled back in, finishing me again. My mind blown, I realized it was his last card to play, and he’d waited to use it because I meant more to him than the act of sex.

And he could’ve so easily used this side of him for leverage. Our sex had always been intimate, hot, incredible, but something about the way he took me that night was primal, animalistic. He’d been an expert at this card and refused to use it to get what he wanted from me, but by playing it, he claimed all of me.

“I love you,” I breathed out through clenched teeth as he took me again and again, breaking my hold on reality as I lost myself in his love and his body.

I was owned from that moment forward, irrevocably his.

We sank onto my kitchen floor after endless minutes of mind-blowing sex, and I curled into his lap, our clothes still partially on as we caught our breath.

His face was still intent as he looked down at me cradled in his hold.

“Abbie, I had no idea what this would be. You have to believe I didn’t know it was you I was looking for. This, us, it means everything to me. I didn’t expect this.”

“Me either.”

He held me tightly to him and kissed me again, sweeping me away.

“Cameron, your phone,” I said with a groan. I heard the shower running as I looked on the nightstand.

“Cameron,” I said a little louder.

I looked over at it to see twenty missed calls from the same number flashing along with a few notification texts, so I carried it into the bathroom.

“Cameron,” I repeated, annoyed, as he opened the shower door, his beautiful body distracting me.

“It’s early,” he said. “What are you doing up?”

“Your phone is ringing off the hook again. Put the damn thing on silent like normal people.”

“I normally do, sorry.” He eyed the phone while it rang in my hand.

“It’s a local area code,” I said. “Do you want it?”

He turned off the shower and began toweling off. “I’ll call them back.”

“What are you doing awake? It’s—” I looked at the clock on his phone “—four o’clock in the morning.”