Page 54 of Rejected Mate Bride
“I’m sure,” she replied.
The sound of the rushing water greeted them before the bridge came into sight. Neither Camden nor Flora made a sound as they walked down the path, curving back toward the stream and finally coming to a halt underneath the wooden beams. It looked exactly the same as Flora remembered.
“I haven’t been here since…” Camden trailed off.
“It seemed like it was time,” Flora said. “We’ve closed that chapter of our lives and made something entirely new together. I want this place to be ours again, a reminder of what we’ve overcome as a team.”
Camden nodded solemnly and reached out to tuck Flora’s hair behind her ear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
Flora tilted her head, pressing her face into Camden’s palm as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his touch against her skin. She made a low, contented sound as he caressed her face and looked up into his eyes.
“Camden,” she said. “I want to create a new memory here.”
He kissed her again, more urgently this time. The hand against her cheek felt warm against her skin, his fingers trailing their heat down to caress her neck. His other arm wrapped around her waist to press her closer to him. There was no space between them, and she felt his readiness protruding from his pelvis. Flora was glad that he was as keen to replace their last memory here with something more enjoyable for both of them. No longer would this place hold the memories of their brokenness and hurt. Now it would hope for their future.
With deft hands, she removed his jacket and then his shirt. Her hands trailed along his abdomen and chest as they hiked the shirt up over his head. The feeling of his muscles against her palms excited her, and she felt her body respond to the heat of his skin.
“My turn?” Camden asked with a smirk.
Flora lifted her arms up over her head. Slowly, tantalizingly, Camden lifted her shirt up over her head. With each inch that he raised it his fingers teased the skin on her stomach, breasts, and arms. By the time he was done, Flora was already short of breath, but Camden didn’t give her a break from his advances. He reached behind her back, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the ground at their feet. He lifted his eyebrows in a quick, mischievous rhythm as he looked down, taking in the sight of her bare breasts. His mouth lifted up on one side in a sly smile.
“I’ll never get used to this,” he said, running his hands across her waist.
Camden leaned down to kiss her once again. It started tender, but within seconds, the tension began to rise between them once more. Flora could taste the salt on his lips and the sweetness of his tongue as they devoured each other hungrily.
They separated reluctantly, removing the rest of their clothes. As Flora finished removing her underwear, she saw that Camden was laying his jacket and shirt on the ground. He saw her eyeing him, and he shrugged.
“If I had known you wanted to come back here, I would have brought our blanket,” he said.
“This will do just fine,” Flora said, laying down on the makeshift bed he had made for them. It may not be as comfortable, but with Camden here—a Camden who loved and cherished her—she couldn’t think of anywhere else she would rather be.
He hovered over her, kissing her neck gently. Flora’s hands searched his back and torso, feeling the rippling muscles beneath the skin. No matter how much they were together, she still couldn’t believe this perfect specimen was her mate.
“Camden,” she whispered as his lips moved over her collarbone. “I love you.”
He placed his hand between her thighs, teasing her opening with his fingers as she gasped in excitement. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.
His fingers rubbed against her clit, stimulating her slowly at first. With each sound and movement she made, Camden responded. His attentions were deliberate, fine-tuned after months of intimacy and enjoyment.
Flora felt his hardened erection against her thigh as Camden’s fingers became more insistent, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. Her hips wriggled, trying to line herself up with Camden’s cock. His fingers were hitting all the right spots except for one. She wanted to feel him fill her up. Nothing would satisfy her until she felt their bodies fully joined.
“I want you inside me,” she gasped.
“Are you sure?” he teased.
Her eyebrows creased as need overtook her. She could hardly breathe, hardly speak, her desire was so great.
“Please,” she begged. “Make love to me, Camden.”
Camden obliged, deftly replacing his fingers with his cock. Steadily, he pressed into her, filling her up with his member as she moaned his name. Her eyes closed in rapture as she felt him move inside her. Her muscles contracted, tightening around him and eliciting an echoing moan from his own lips.
“Damnit, Flora,” he groaned with his voice full of wonder. “What are you doing to me?”
His hands tangled in her hair as their bodies moved together. Her senses were in overdrive now, and she felt as if she had left her body and become a part of the nature surrounding them. A slight breeze blew across their naked bodies, raising the hair on her arms and sending a shiver of delight through her. Somewhere in the trees above them, Flora heard a bird calling to its mate, and she smiled. They didn’t have to sneak out in the middle of the night just for a stolen moment away from the pack’s prying eyes, like they had when they were younger. This spot wasn’t a hiding place anymore; it was a refuge. Camden was her refuge.
She looked into his eyes as he thrust into her, and she felt the heat of her passion pooling in her abdomen. His clear blue eyes looked back at her, pulling her into their brightness. With a gasp, her back arched as her desire culminated in an orgasm so intense that Flora was surprised it didn’t shake the earth beneath her. Camden followed suit, spilling his seed inside her with a grunt of satisfaction at his release. Flora stretched her legs, feeling the aftereffects of their lovemaking send waves of relaxation throughout her limbs. As she looked into Camden’s eyes, Flora felt as if she was floating. For a long moment, they remained like that, staring at each other in wonder.
