Humiliation doesn’t take long to sink into Camila’s stomach. Yohan’s breathing breaks through the deafening silence that surrounds them. Camila stands there looking at him while her stomach gurgles and moves against normal patterns, striking an acidic taste in her throat. It’s either she quickly kills him, or herself or throws up on the shiny floor. One of these things has to happen right now, and quickly.
“Please tell me you didn’t watch it”, she whispers to him, her voice breaking.
“I did.” His response is brief, then he takes a step towards her. “I watched it every day and then after you left me, I watched it enough times that I have it… engraved in my brain. I…I can remember how you moved, held my coat, and even how you sounded.”
His last words are whispered lowly, striking a heated feeling inside Camila's stomach. The confession repeats itself in her head, thumping against her ribcage.
She sharply inhales imagining a red-faced Yohan, hovering over his computer watching her sniff his clothing, mouth open and kneeling. What did he do while he watched her? Did he feel sick? How much did he enjoy it?
Questions envelop her mind, and she lets her shoes fall on the floor. A soft thud echoes around them. “Has anyone else…”
Her voice trails off and Yohan shakes his head. Camila watches as he walks towards her, a subtle yet large distance between them. A look in Yohan’s eyes sends a shiver down her spine, its determination wrapped around desire that she can practically smell on him.
“I want you.” He whispers to her.
Camila underestimates her desire for Yohan until her lips are on his, and she sighs against him. It's chaste at first, just the simple brush of their lips against each other for a few seconds. Then a second later, Camila’s kissing Yohan, mouth hungry and wild, her hands flying to Yohan’s shoulder.
A hand snakes around her waist, and the back of her neck while Yohan licks her bottom lip. Camila feels Yohan pressed hotly against her thigh, and with a light push of her body against his, a groan escapes his lips. Yohan’s grip tighten with satisfaction, pulling Camila to his body.
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“God, you’re beautiful,” Yohan mumbles against the soft, tan skin of Camila's neck, “Let me help you feel good.”
Yohan’s words shoot pleasure down her spine and all Camila can think is pleasemore and yes. Yohan buries his face in her neck and sighs heavily into her skin. As he trails hot kisses down her jaw and throat, Camila meekly whines, grinding her hips against his.
Her gum opens, sharp teeth extracting from their cocoon. Yohan moves his head back, and holds her neck, watching her glimmering sharp teeth make an appearance. He stares with such awe that Camila is sure she’s fantasizing because no one has ever looked at her with such desire. Yohan smiles, his voice dropping low, “If you’re good…I’ll let you have a bite.”
Yohan seals his promise with another kiss, leaving Camila gasping, body twitching. She marks this moment in her brain, letting her body consume itself with pleasure until she can feel her lower body run warm. Yohan pulls away, “To my room?”
Camila smiles and nods, “Yeah.” Despite the heat in their skin, Yohan is still a gentleman. Camila holds him, her hands sliding down to his biceps, “I want you to…walk in front of me. Don’t undress…I’ll follow behind.”
When Yohan breaks away from her, the loss of his warm skin almost makes Camila whine. Unbeknownst to him, a thrill in her spine awakens as she walks behind him and watches his muscles under the tight black shirt. Almost as if trying to satisfy her desire of being a predator, stalking its prey.
Yohan’s breathing is shallow, soft, and calm, soothing Camila’s nerves. They enter Yohan’s room, and Camila's eyes land on a small Camera disassembled on his bed. Yohan takes it, turning to her, “No more cameras in the room.”
She smiles, “What a shame. I would’ve liked to watch this moment later on.”
Yohan laughs at her words, “Next time we’ll record.”
Next time.
The prospect of them doing whatever this was again scares Camila as much as it thrills her. Yohan has again promised himself to her, laying his desire in front of her without worry. He disregards the camera somewhere around the room and walks up to her, pressing his thumb against the bottom of her chin. He pushes up and tilts her head upwards.
Camila swallows, “I want to tell you again, that…there is nothing normal about me, Yohan.” She whispers. Her words are soft clinging to the yellow lamb on the night table. “You don’t need to force yourself to accept what I am even if you are interested in me.”
“Who says I’m forcing myself? Even if I grow old and you stay young…I’ll be yours.”
Camila's body had tensed after the words left Yohan’s lips. “Say that again.”
“I’m yours.”