Chapter 62
Lenora
"Harder!" I scream, voice cracking with the kind of need that makes my skin prickle.
Cameron is no longer afraid of his own body, and that means he moves me however he wants. Tosses me, pins me, drags me to exactly where he wants me.
"If I go any harder, this will be the third bed we're breaking," he rasps, one fist in my hair, tugging until my spine curves back against his chest. My head falls against his shoulder, my mouth open on a pant, and I swear my knees might give out if he let me go.
"Now you know why we do it outdoors," I manage between breaths, smirking even as my pulse hammers.
His mouth finds my neck, slow kisses that contrast brutally with the way his hips still work into me. "Can't exactly do that here," he murmurs, teeth grazing my skin, "unless we want the front page of every paper in the city."
"Such a shame," I purr, "because I want to feel you for hours. Even with the healing—I want you to take away my ability to walk."
