Previously on Wicked in Love...

Kara

He walked to the bed and sat on the edge. I straddled him, holding his jaw in my hands, marvelling at how heartbreakingly beautiful he was.

There was a smile on his sensual mouth as he looked into my eyes. "Let me make you another promise," he said softly.

My hands slid to his shoulders, down to his chest so that my palms rested against his heart. I felt the strong, quick beat of it. His skin was so warm. "Tell me, Cam."

"I love you," he said gruffly. "It's all or nothing for me. And it's only you I want for the rest of my life. If you'll have me."

"I'll have you." My voice broke. "I'll keep you."

"I never learned how to let go of you, not even once. I fooled myself that I did, but I didn't even try, Kara. I couldn't."

He held my face in his hands, stroking the sides of my neck. I missed this. I missed this so much I ached.

"Kara," he murmured my name against my ear and I heard the plea in it. "Will you let me hold you now?"

"Yes," I breathed, closing my eyes as his thumb stroked my bottom lip.

"Touch you?"

"I need you to."

"Kiss you?"

"I'm going to need you to do more than that."

"Yeah?"

I drew in a shaky breath when his lips brushed my ear, then skimmed the side of my mouth, teasing, arousing before drawing back to look at my face. That simple touch ignited a firestorm inside me.

With a breathless cry, I pushed up on my knees, my hands gripped his shoulders at the same time his fingers plunged in my hair and our mouths collided.

Cameron moaned, a low and deep sound, as I parted my lips and let his tongue inside. His taste was familiar and yet still a mystery I couldn't get enough of, his scent more intoxicating, his presence more addicting than I remembered.

The kiss went savage and brutal, and I revelled in it. He gripped my waist, lifting and turning me so that I lay on my back on the bed and he was on top of me.

"Do you know how hard I wished for you?" he asked gruffly.

His mouth covered mine again. His very force surrounded me, and I was flooded with sensations. I had lost all ability to form words and did not care. I could toss every single letter into the fire and still have everything I wanted in my arms.

His hands curled around my knees, lifting and bending them, fingers digging into my thighs as he spread my legs wide.

Without breaking our kiss, he thrust between my legs once, twice. I matched his hunger as I wrapped my legs around him, meeting his pumping hips. He growled low in his throat before he wrenched away as though burned.

Everything spun. Suddenly deprived of his weight on top of me, I felt empty. I wanted him back, wanted to feel his hands on my skin, wanted him to anchor me.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I looked up at him. Cameron was at the edge of the bed by my feet. He had put distance between us. He was breathing hard. The intense hunger in his eyes scorched my skin.

I bit my lip as I admired the perfect lines of his body. He was huge, looming over me. His shoulders wide, covering the light that spilled from the kitchen behind him. His chest looked hard and broad, his skin healthy and tan from being outdoors all the time. The jeans he wore rode low on his hips, with the top button unfastened. His stomach was flat and ripped. He looked purely and potently masculine. The yearning to feel his body on me was driving me insane.

His hair, long and dark, framed his devastatingly beautiful face.

He closed his eyes, stretching his neck as he looked up, exposing his throat. His veins stood out in his forearms as his fists dug on his thighs.

"I need a minute," he said roughly. And lowered his head to look at me. For a moment we stared at each other.

It was a kind of torture, but also a kind of pleasure, this anticipation in the air, heavy with desire and excitement, that overwhelmed me. Lust hit me like a ball of lightning.

Frantic for him, I scrambled up to my knees. My arms reached for him, but his hands banded around my wrists, locked them behind me, stopping me.

"Kara." He sounded pained.

"Why?"

"I want you so much right now I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I start fucking you. I need to take it slow."

But his words only made the firestorm inside me spread faster. "I feel the same. I want you to—"

"No."

With his hands still bounding mine, he carefully got off the bed. Standing now, he towered over me.

His refusal only made me want him more, made me crazier to make him lose his self-restraint, especially when I knew he craved me just as much. I didn't want him to be careful with me right now. I'd seen him out of control many times before, and I wanted it again, hungered for it. I wanted him wild.

But I knew that look. Nothing could make him move unless he was well and ready. He loved control in the bedroom, and in the beginning, it shocked me when I realized how much I wanted him to take it. But sometimes, sometimes like right now it drove me insane.

I took a deep, shaky breath. On my knees, I looked up at him.

He finally released me, then placed his finger on my bottom lip, tapped it lightly in a gentle command for me to open my lips for him. I made a frustrated sound at the back of my throat before parting them.

A small smile appeared on his lips. "I like it when you're a little impatient like this."

He placed his finger just inside, rubbing back and forth, back and forth. He closed his eyes as he continued the movement, and when he opened them, the look in them told me he was on edge. "Now suck it in your mouth."

He loved doing this—rubbing my lips with his finger, among other things, and I knew it always turned him on when I did as he asked. He watched me, his eyes at half mast, as I curled my tongue around him and sucked.

He licked his bottom lip, clearly enjoying, before pulling his finger out of my mouth. His gaze lowered between my legs. My breath caught in my throat as he grazed the inside of my thigh with the back of his hand, once, twice. I squirmed, my body swaying closer to him.

His eyes lifted and met mine. "You gonna open your legs for me, Kara?"

I was breathing hard. At this point, he knew I would do anything he asked.

I spread them for him, and his fingers were there, playing between my legs. I gasped, biting my lip to keep myself from crying out.

"Damn," he breathed. "You're all wet for me."

He slid a finger inside me. I closed my eyes and moaned loudly.

"Open your eyes. Look at me when you come."

My skin felt tight and damp as he continued pleasuring me with his fingers, one, and then two. I was so wet, so fevered, holding onto his arms, burying my face against his stomach, moving my hips in the same rhythm as his fingers. And when his thumb circled my clit, I came.

"Fuck, yeah." He ducked down and licked my bottom lip, sucking it between his before he laid a soft kiss on my forehead. "Take off your top. Show me."

My legs shook as I held the hem of my shirt. He watched me, blue eyes hot and greedy.

"Do it slow. Good girl. Now lie down," he ordered. His palm, rough and calloused, was gentle as it stroke my ankle, sliding up to my calf, fingers teasing the back of my knee. "You're so beautiful, Kara. All mine."

The look in his eyes told me his control was slipping. He hungered for me. He made me feel beautiful, desirable.

The sheets on my back were soft and warm as I laid down. He sucked his bottom lip in his mouth as he stared between my legs, then his eyes moved up to my breasts, my mouth, my neck, then met my eyes. I just came all over his fingers, but I wanted him again, more than before.

"Cameron..." Pressing my legs, I rubbed them together, unbearably turned on.

"I know you want it," he said in a low tone, running his palm up on the bulge in his jeans, teasing me with it, "but not yet. I'm gonna take my time with you."

But I could see the restlessness in his eyes, the need he had for me inside him he could barely keep in control.

He placed his knee on the mattress, climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. He leaned forward, placing his palms on my throat, giving it a light squeeze before gliding down to mold my breasts. All the while his lips kept teasing my mouth, sucking my bottom lip, licking it, biting it, slower this time, sweeter, gentler.

"I wanna do things to you," he rasped. "For you. Wanna make you feel good."

My chest heaved with my breaths, my body straining against him.

"I'm going to go crazy"—I gasped as he bent his head and took my nipple in his mouth—"if you go any slower."

"That's exactly what I want," he said roughly before his hands sought mine and yanked them above my head. The sounds he made as he sucked my nipple in his mouth, as he teased it with the tip of his tongue over and over again until I was mewling, rubbing myself against him to find relief drove me to the brink.

"Cam, please. I need you."

"You have me," he said against my skin. "Always."

I knew it before, I held his words in my heart for so long since he'd said them to me, protecting them, hiding them there, and then I just locked them away. And now I opened the door again, and memories overwhelmed me, taking over my heart, so that all I could think about, feel, was Cameron's hands on my skin. So that it felt like nothing existed outside this cabin. He is all there is and I crave him.

He rubbed his lips down my stomach, licking his way lower, his hands, impatient and skilful, caressing and everywhere, and when I felt his tongue between my legs, I bit back a scream.

He took his time there too, tormenting me until I was sobbing and I was gripping his dark head, pressing his face there, there, just right there, rubbing my hips against his mouth, riding him until I was screaming and my throat felt hoarse, and pleasure erupted inside me.

I felt him kiss my inner thigh before he got up. His hands trembling with need and desire as he grabbed a condom from the bedside table. I watched as he unzipped his jeans, yanking them down and putting the condom on. Naked, he settled on top of me. He was heavy and hard and hot against my stomach.

"Kara," he whispered my name. "Kara."

My breath caught as I saw what was in his eyes. They were vulnerable with love, hunger, and adoration. "I can't get enough of you."

I swallowed the lump in my throat at his words. I was deeply in love with him, completely.

He wanted to give to me before receiving anything from me, before taking anything from me. Pleasure, love in all its beautiful forms. He was a generous lover.

Every kiss, every touch, every whisper from him made me eager for more. I belonged only to this man and he belonged only to me.

I trust him with my body, with my heart, that he would cherish both and that made me anticipate, eager to receive and give to him. It was a bond I shared with him and no other.

"I love you," he said and slammed into me.

Our groans mixed together as I bucked underneath him, grinding myself against him. I was lost, almost feral to feel him inside me, sheathe him inside me, give back what he had given me. I shifted, pressed against him so that he rolled us and I was on top of him.

Beneath me, his muscles hardened like steel. His fingers dug into my hips as I clamped around him. I heard him growl, and it fuelled me more. He was so deep, and I felt full, stretched out.

When his thumb circled my clit, I lost it. I rode him, reckless, greedy, fast. I arched my back, circled my hips, pumping into him, then fell on him to ravage his mouth, suck on his neck, grip his hair, mindless to everything but the need to release. With a sob, I gave in and climaxed.

His arm wrapped around my waist, maneuvering me so that I was underneath him.

"Kara, look at me."

The way he touched me, caressed me, with tenderness, with reverence, with love stirred my heart so deeply and touched my soul. A tear fell out. I loved him. I had loved no one before him and I would not love anyone else after him.

His lips kissed my nose, licked the tear on my jaw.

"Cameron. I'm yours."

"You're mine."

"And you are mine."

"Yours."

My body was pliant underneath his hands. I could feel my pulse, heavy and thick, throbbing in my throat. His kissed it, his lips stayed there for a moment. Then he hammered himself into me, fucking wildly. His hand cupped my ass, jerking my hips up to meet his pounding hips. I held on, my nails digging into his back, until I felt myself stirring again, become desperate. His head dipped down on my shoulder, biting me there, sucking until I was coming, coming again, listening to him whisper my name over and over until I felt him empty himself into me and surrendered.

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A/N: I just want to thank all of you so much for staying with me over the years as I write Kara and Cameron's story. I know it wasn't easy for you waiting for the chapters. I can't explain enough how you've helped me keep going with your encouragement and kindness. All of this wouldn't have been possible without you. Thank you so much, loves.

I hope you felt the love and hunger Kara and Cameron have for each other in this chapter. They're so beautiful and precious to me. I'm so happy they're together again! Eeeeee it's been so long. I'm so happy for them! Haha I'll see you in the next one! Love, Isabelle