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some other Camilla, because never in a thousand years would I say something like that.”

He leaned in, his voice husky as he said, “There is only one Camilla in the world that I want next to me,

and she’s right here.”

She swallowed at the possessive look in his eyes. All the years of name-calling and put-downs chipped

at her heart, and she had a hard time believing him. “You could have anyone. Why me?”

“Because, woman, you’re mine.”

Her heart skipped a few beats at his tone. She couldn’t look away from his gaze as he took the dinner

from her hands, and placed it on the table next to them. When he placed a hand on either side of her hips, caging her, the heat of his breath tickled her cheek, and she grew wet.

Since she wasn’t wearing any underwear, she clenched her thighs together. Marco noticed. He nuzzled

her cheek and whispered, “Are you well enough for me to fuck you right now?”

Her belly tightened. She was done dodging their attraction. She’d had a lot of time to think about Marco

naked while she’d been on board that damn boat, and she wanted him. Now. “Yes.”

“Good answer.”

He took her mouth in a possessive kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he threaded his fingers

through her hair. She ran her fingers up his back, dug in with her claws, and pulled him closer. When her

breasts brushed his chest, he growled and used his weight to force her back and pin her to the bed.

She parted her thighs, loving the feel of a hard, muscled man pressing against her. She tried to loop a

leg around his waist to bring him even closer, but Marco broke their kiss to look into her eyes and caress her cheek.

She growled. Cam didn’t want gentle right now. “Why did you stop? I want you inside of me. Now.”

“In time.” She was about to protest some more when he took her wrists and moved them over her head.

“If you move your arms before I say so, I’ll stop. Follow my orders, and I’ll reward you. Disobey them,

and I’ll pull away. How much pleasure I give is entirely up to you.”

Her first reaction was to break his hold. But much like how she’d been intrigued by the show of

exhibitionism back in
La Noche
, she started to wonder what it would be like to allow Marco to call the shots.

Since she was eighteen, Cam had been in control of nearly every aspect of her life. For once, the idea of letting someone else take charge—in the bedroom and nowhere else—excited her.

She nearly started at that thought. Where had it come from?

However, as Marco stroked the soft skin of her wrist, Cam nearly squirmed at the idea of ceding control

and allowing Marco to dictate her actions.

She tried not to think of how much she’d grown to trust the man currently pinning her to the bed. But

considering he’d created a fucking snow storm in the middle of an ocean to rescue her—risking it all by

using his abilities—she wasn’t afraid of handing over her trust.

She decided to give him a try. If things got out of hand, she could always take him out. She nodded.

“Okay.”

Marco gave a wicked smile. He rose from her body and moved to the side. “I want to see how ready

you are for me, Camilla. Spread your legs.”

Marco palmed his cock through his jeans as Cam moved her legs. While all he wanted to do was pound

her senseless, he was going to have a little fun with her first. He wanted to make sure she understood how precious she was to him, and how much he desired her.

Her legs were apart, but her fucking nightshirt was in the way. He needed to fix that. “Bend your knees

and spread them further.”

She flushed, but she obeyed. As her knees inched wider, her glistening, pink folds came into view, and

his mouth went dry. Even from a few feet away, he could see how wet she was for him.

Time to reward her.

He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. He extended his arm and brushed the back of his fingers

against her inner thigh. When he removed his hand, Cam started to squirm, but she caught herself and

clutched the pillow under her head.

She stared down at him with smoldering brown eyes. He brushed the inside of her other thigh and said,

“You look nice and wet, Camilla. Shall I taste you?”

Her voice was husky. “Yes.”

He traced the outer lips of her core. “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Marco.”

She moved her legs even further apart in invitation, and his restraint snapped.

He moved between her legs and spread her open. He looked up into her eyes before he gave a slow lick

up her core, but stopped just short of her clit. Cam moved her hips toward him, and Marco pulled away. He

deliberately licked his lips before he said, “Patience. Keep still until I tell you to move.”

He could see she struggled to obey, but eventually she nodded.

He kissed the inside of one thigh, and then the other, before he tasted her again. With her scent invading his nose and her juices on his tongue, his cock hardened to the point of pain. To share his frustration, he nipped her clit gently between his teeth. Cam moaned and arched her back, drawing attention to the pointy

buds of her nipples poking through her nightshirt. Suddenly, all he could think about was sucking them

deeply.

He gave one last flourish of his tongue. Then his put his hands just under the hem of her bunched

nightshirt and slowly lifted it, caressing her skin in the process. When he reached her breasts, he

deliberately used the material to rub across her nipples.

Cam moaned. He smiled, because he was just getting started.

“Release your grip on the pillow and lift your head and neck.”

She obeyed, and he tossed the nightshirt aside. She put her arms back over her head and gripped her

elbows. The fact she did so without a fight showed just how much she was starting to trust him.

He maintained eye contact as he pinched her hard, little nipples. “While I’ve told you how I admire your intelligence, I’m going to make sure you understand how beautiful you are to me.” She blushed and looked

away. He pinched her nipples again. “Look in my eyes and see I’m telling the truth.”

She slowly turned her head and met his gaze. He leaned down and took her lips in a brief, rough kiss. “I

don’t like it when your confidence falters. You’re beautiful to me. Learn to accept that.”

Cam had never thought of herself as beautiful, but as Marco said the words with desire burning in his

eyes, she started to believe him.

Her core was already throbbing from the attentions of his tongue. Part of her wanted him to just fuck

her already, but she was starting to like not knowing what he would do next. She couldn’t remember being

this wet in her life.

Not sure how to respond to his statement, she merely nodded. But when he moved away from her and

stood up, she nearly whimpered. Had she done the wrong thing?

Marco leaned over her and traced her jaw. “Don’t worry, beauty, I’m far from finished.”

Relief washed over her, and Cam tried not to think about the power he had over her.

He unbuttoned his jeans before slowly unzipping them. Each inch revealed not underwear, but dark hair

and his hard cock. When it finally sprung free and reached toward his belly, she licked her lips, wanting to taste the salty masculine essence that was Marco Alvarez.

He took something out of his pocket and kicked off his jeans. He moved back to the bed, and kneeled

between her legs. He placed an unused condom next to her head and said, “For later. For now, I want to

cover my cock with your juices and feel how wet you are for me.”

Holy hell, his dirty talk just made her hotter.

He took his cock in hand and held it an inch from her core. She watched and waited, her clit starting to

throb in anticipation. She wanted to shout for him to get on with it, but she didn’t want to risk him

stopping.

Finally, he said, “Close your eyes.”

Cam always liked to know what was going on, but deep down, she knew she had nothing to fear from

this man. She closed her eyes and was rewarded with a brush of ice across her nipples.

Then it was back to nothing. She was just about to squirm when Marco’s hot mouth took her nipple

into his mouth and sucked. The heat of his mouth after the chilliness of the ice sent a jolt through her body.

When he bit her a little roughly, she clutched the pillow tighter to avoid threading her fingers into his

hair. He released the first nipple to take the other, and at the same time, she felt his cock start to rub against her. Not being able to see Marco’s actions made her body more aware of them, and as his cock circled her

clit—never touching it—the pleasure/pain started to overwhelm her.

Then he released her nipple and took away his cock. She couldn’t help but cry out, “Why?”

She heard a chuckle, and it took everything she had to keep her eyes closed. She didn’t want to risk him

stopping now.

A rustle near her head and then a tearing sound gave her an idea. When Marco spoke, his accent was

thick. “Because I want to do this.”

He thrust into her and Cam cried out. But he didn’t move. Instead, he flicked one nipple, and then the

other. She was about to tell him to get on with it when put his hands under her ass, lifted her, and started pounding in and out so hard she moved up the bed.

The combination of his rough thrusts and hearing the slap of flesh on flesh without being able to see it

was the most erotic thing in her life. She arched to help with the angle, and Marco moved one of his hands on her ass away, only to come back hard, leaving a little sting.

“Let me be in charge just a little longer, Camilla. I’ll hand it back after you come.”

“Then make me come, Marco. Please.”

He growled and thrust harder before she felt a pressure on her clit. He started to move his finger back

and forth. Lights started to dance across her closed eyelids. When she felt something cold pinch her nipples, she let go.

As she started to spasm, Marco redoubled his efforts. His movements prolonged her orgasm into some

kind of blissful state she’d never experience before.

Soon he stilled before his weight settled on top of her. She felt his breath on her cheek. He kissed her

gently and said, “Open your eyes.”

She did, only to see his dark eyes staring at her with a mixture of lust and tenderness. He brushed her

cheek. “Relax, Camilla. You did well, and as promised, I’m giving you back control.”

She lowered her arms and burrowed her head into his neck. He put his arms around her and moved so

that she lay on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat, not quite ready to look him in the eye again.

It scared her how much she’d enjoyed what they’d done. The only question was if Marco was really

going to be able to leave his control in the bedroom. If he couldn’t treat her as an equal in the field, and let her be herself, it would break her heart.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Marco laid his head against the top of Cam’s and played with the long strands of her soft, black hair.

Half of him was content to lay like this all night. The other half wanted to take her again, this time with her on her hands and knees in front of him. Maybe she’d even wear a blindfold.

His cock stirred to life, and he realized just how far they’d come.

When he’d first met Cam two weeks ago, he never in a million years would’ve imagined he’d be lying

with her naked right now. Just thinking of her calling him a “horny sidekick” made him chuckle.

Cam brushed her hand against his chest, and asked, “What’s so funny?”

Good, she was finally ready to talk to him again. She’d been silent ever since they’d finished, and he

had started to worry that he’d pushed her too far.

Hopefully, his memory would help lighten the mood. “I was just thinking about how you’d dismissed

me as a horny sidekick.”

She raised her head to look at him, the fire back in her eyes. “Well, what was I supposed to think? You

acted as if you were the world’s greatest gift to womankind. How was I supposed to know it was all an

act?” She poked his rib. “I’m curious, what did you think of me at first?”

He smiled. “You were so indifferent to my charm, I wasn’t sure if you preferred women, or a man to

boss around and do your will.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, because the only reason a woman wouldn’t want you is because she is a

lesbian.”

He slapped her ass. “Scamp.”

She grinned, and the sight sent blood straight to his cock. She opened her mouth to say something, but

Marco rolled them over and trapped her beneath his body. “Maybe I need to prove to you why you’re the

luckiest woman in the world right now.”

He lowered his head to kiss her, but Cam put her hand over his mouth and said, “Believe me, I want

you.” She reached down, gripped his cock and squeezed, making his cock go from semi-hard to rock hard

in a matter of seconds. “But neither one of us can spare a night of hot, sweaty sex until our missions are done. You need to tell me about what you found at the
Novia del Mar
.”

He groaned. Leave it to Cam to stay focused, even when they were both naked and horny.

But he knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t be deterred until she had the information she

needed. Still, he couldn’t resist moving her hand away and giving her a quick, rough kiss. “Just to remind you of what you’re turning down.”

She brushed his lips with her fingers. “The sooner you start talking, the sooner we can get going. I’m

sure we’ll have some travel time to kill along the way, and there’s a high chance I’ll be naked for some of it.”

He nipped her fingers. “If it means I can be inside you again sooner, then fine.” Needing to put a little