CHAPTER NINE
CAMILLA
"Are you sure?" he asks, looking straight into my eyes as he leans on his elbows on top of me.
Antoine just laid me down on the king-sized bed, and now he's looking at me from above with those dark, glittering eyes with so much anticipation in them.
He took me to the primary bedroom in the farthest corner of the boat, with an ensuite bathroom and a huge jacuzzi with a window overviewing the sea.
"I've never been so sure," I whisper honestly, and I mean every word.
I want him just as much as before, maybe even more now. And it's not because of the yacht, the dinner, or the rose petals spread across the floor, waiting for us in the bedroom.
It's because of him. The way he looks at me, touches me, makes everything to make me feel special, to make this day unforgettable. This whole situation makes me want him even more. It's not just physical attraction; it's a lot more.
Love. The only word that comes to mind when I think about what I feel about Antoine.
"Cami, I'm serious." He frowns slightly, trying to make me take his words seriously. "If we go further"—he traces his fingers through the bottoms across my dress—"I won't be able to stop."
"So, don't stop," I persuade him, shuddering from his touches.
It feels like I didn't have an orgasm just a couple of minutes before because the new wave of desire spreads through my body.
"Aren't you scared? At least a little?" His hand crawls under my dress, and I feel his warm palm on my stomach.
"Yes, I am," I whisper honestly; all my worries immediately start bothering me again. "I'm afraid that I'll fall asleep, and when I wake up, this fairy tale will be over, and you're going to be gone."
He smiles instead of responding to my words and leans closer for a kiss. When our lips meet, I feel his fingers getting higher to my breasts, and he cups one of them in his palm gently.
"You have no idea what you agreed for, baby girl," he whispers between kisses, squeezing my nipple with his fingers. "When I enter this sweet little pussy, you'll be mine forever."
I shudder in his arms, and it's not just from how good he makes me feel, but more like out of those words.
You'll be mine forever...I never thought someone would tell me words like these. I've read it in romance novels and seen it in the movies, but I never truly believed it could happen in real life.
"You have about two seconds to change your mind," he whispers into my mouth, tracing his hand lower to my abdomen.
"Why are you keep asking me this?" I ask, slightly irritated. I've already told him.
"I don't want you to regret this tomorrow," he says immediately and stops touching me, removing his hand.
Our gazes meet, and we stare at each other for a few moments.
"I want you as I've never wanted anything in my life," he continues after a long pause, "but I am ready to wait as long as you need."
"But why?"
"Because"—he removes hair from my face gently—"it feels like I already was waiting for all my life for you, so I believe I can wait a little longer."
Love. For the first time in my life, I feel like someone is genuinely expressing his feeling for me. Since the moment my parents died, I've never felt this feeling. That someone loves me.
"But I must warn you that my confidence is fading with every moment I touch you." He breaks the silence, smiling at me.
I smile back and say confidently, "Take off your shirt."
He obeys without arguing, and when the shirt is finally off, I get on my elbows to explore his naked torso better.
Six-pack, bold chest, tanned skin, and sexy V muscles on his abdomen. Antoine's arms are fit, long, and muscular, but not over-trained like when a man can't do simple yoga poses because he is enormous.