Chapter 298 - Two Hundred And Ninety-eight: Camille Spencer (1/2)

The third point of view

The lustful moan from Camille fueled the fire burning through Eden's vein. It was no more than two weeks since they started seeing and they were inseparable. There was no doubt that Eden liked her, not just because of the great sex but she was beautiful, smart, bold, funny - her shapely curves were just a bonus.

Anabelle, his daughter had no problem with her, In fact, he could sense the girl liked her. Eden was alive for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel that loneliness any longer. He could safely say that Camille was his sunshine; she came out of nowhere and lit up his world.

”Yes ah..,” her back arched off the bed. Camille began to titillate her hips, rubbing her wet fold against his arousal, she wanted him, needed him.

Eden lowered his head and kissed her, slow and hard; deepening the kiss as their tongue tangled together, tasting each other.

Her hand wrapped around his neck, molding him to her while his hand found her naked butt, lifting her as she spread her legs further open.

Eden grasped his stiff standing arousal and pressed it into her interior fold. She gasped as he filled her, her nails digging into his skin and leaving a mark there. Her walls tightened around him as he continued to enter her till he was buried to the hilt.

Eden lay still, letting her adjust to the intrusion before he began to move slowly in and out of her. Camille slowly kept up with his movements till she was ready to move it up a notch.

”Oh my God,” she gasped, ”Yes, that's it,” Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to move faster.

”As you want it,” Eden growled, beginning to pump in and out of her, bringing up her hips to meet each of his thrust.

Pleasure reeled through her as he began to ram into her savagely like an animal gone berserk. Camille ran her hand through his hair, whimpering and bucking her hips to him.

”F*ck you! ” Camille hissed out when the uncontrollable feeling surged from within her.

”That is exactly what I'm doing,” Eden gritted, thrusting in and out with an intensity that made her wail his name. He liked it; her sensual cry was like music to his ears. He wanted to conquer her, make her his.

Camille was enjoying this luxurious and salacious moment when he suddenly stopped. This made her brow raise, a trace of displeasure crossing her eyes; she was already close to that ecstatic bliss.

”Why did you stop?” She asked, yet gyrated her hips to relieve herself of this ache.

”Marry Me,” He dropped the bomb like news out of nowhere.

”What?” Camille couldn't believe her ears, what was he talking about?

”Marry me, Camille” Eden said, without making any attempt to move nor pull out of her.

Camille shut her eyes, her vagina walls pulsed around his arousal wanting to be relieved but he kept up with this unnecessary torture, ”You're not in your right senses,” she replied.

”I know what I'm saying,” Eden jerked forward in a bid to prove himself, the movement was a taste of bliss to her,

”Marry me, Camille, and make me the happiest man on earth,”

”You don't know what you're saying,” She was breathless, arching her back and writhing below him, ”You're just saying this because you're blinded by the throe of passion. You know me for less than a month,” was her defense.

Eden didn't back down,” But I know you enough to make you my wife,”

”Eden, this is meaningless,”

”Is it?” He intentionally moved, drawing a prurient moan from her. Eden knew her body like the back of his hand, knew what turned her on and what move stirred the demon inside of her.

”Don't you like me?” He hovered over her with a darkened gaze, liking that her swollen lips were caused by him.

”I like you, Eden but we're just together for the benefits of a good f*ck,” she said, her heart slamming against her chest. Camille could see the burning need in his eyes, his prick inside of her engorged.

”If that's the case,” a dark smirk crossed his face as he nipped on her earlobe, she shivered, ” Don't you want to get the good f*ck for eternity, till death does us apart - that's a good reason,”

Camille's pulse raced, her body throbbed with need as he stared into her eyes, yet that voice of caution still sang in her head.

”You still have Maya in your heart,” she told him and saw a rollercoaster of emotions display in his eyes over a short while. Camille had expected him to get angry or end this moment, but he did neither of both instead he smiled.