Chapter 165: Comfort of His Embrace
As Greg rose to his feet, Cammy instinctively reached for him, her intentions clear in the way she looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. She began to lower herself, but Greg caught her elbows, halting her movement.
His gaze burned into hers, a mix of amusement and desire flickering across his face. "And what exactly do you think you’re doing?" he asked, his voice husky.
Cammy met his eyes, unwavering. "It’s your turn. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel," she said, her voice soft yet certain.
A slow, knowing smirk curled on Greg’s lips. As tempting as her offer was, he had other plans—plans that involved her completely unraveling beneath him. "No need for that," he murmured. "Turn around..."
Before she could react, he gently guided her, pressing her hands against the cool, tiled wall. His fingers skimmed along her waist, pulling her back toward him, molding their bodies together.
Cammy gasped, her breath catching at the sudden intensity of their closeness. Every nerve in her body buzzed with anticipation, her senses drowning in the heat radiating from him. Greg leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"Hold on tight," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise.
She barely had a moment to steady herself before he moved, slow at first, then deep, measured force. A soft cry escaped her lips, her fingers pressing into the wall as waves of sensation crashed over her.
Greg’s grip tightened around her waist, anchoring her to him as he set the pace, his breaths uneven, his control slipping with each passing second.