Chapter 228: Just For Today (5)
[~Song Recommendation: Stay - Seph Schlueter~]
Cammy’s chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, her wrists tugging gently against the fabric ropes. But she wasn’t trying to escape—she was giving in. Fully. Completely.
Her body was his canvas, and Greg was painting her with heat, with reverence, with every ounce of love and desire he had inside him.
Still above her, Greg’s eyes roamed her bound form, soaking her in as if to memorize every detail. The flicker of candlelight cast golden shadows over her skin, making her look almost ethereal—like something divine, something untouchable, yet entirely his.
He leaned in again, his lips grazing the hollow of her throat, tasting the pulse pounding beneath her skin. "You feel that?" he whispered, his voice like warm silk against her ear. "That’s how alive you make me feel."
She whimpered, her hips arching, desperate for him, for more. Her eyes pleaded with him, but her voice was a trembling whisper. "Greg... please..."
And still, he took his time.
He kissed his way down again, this time tracing the same path, slower, wetter, warmer. Down her chest, down her ribs, to the trembling valley of her stomach. His tongue dipped into her navel once more before sliding lower.
He kissed her hips again—left, right, alternating—close enough to make her squirm, close enough to make her sob for it, but never quite where she ached.