“Thank you for tonight,” she said, turning to look at him with a smile. “It’s been perfect.”

Shadow reached out, gently brushing a lock of hair away from her face. “It’s been my pleasure,” he said. With his heated gaze on her, a surge of boldness filled Camilla.

Over the week, he’d been nothing but a gentleman to her. Camilla suspected Shadow had been holding back, on account of her recent hellish experience. She no longer wanted slow. After all, she couldn’t keep running from her past forever. Eventually, she had to confront it, so she could fight for a possible future with Shadow.

Feeling emboldened, she stood up and started taking off her clothes. “Camilla,” he murmured, voice turning hoarse.

“Take off your clothes as well,” she said.

He grinned and complied. Once they were both naked, he lay back down. Camilla straddled him. He was letting her lead the dance, she realized. Was it because he thought she was still vulnerable, fragile as glass?

Tonight, Camilla decided, she was going to prove him wrong. She leaned over to kiss him and Shadow returned her kiss with a rough and bruising one. Exactly what she needed at that moment. At the same time, he reached for one of her breasts, massaging it, before pinching her tightening nipples.

Camilla moaned as he released her from the kiss. She slid herself lower, positioning her slick pussy against his cock, which was already thick and full, the tip leaking pre-cum. Then she lowered herself over his prick, slowly and carefully.

Groaning, Shadow gripped her thighs, keeping her balanced. Finally, she had taken all of him.

“Baby, you feel so good and tight,” he murmured. “Ride me.”