It's already been four days for our vacation, and Camilla is still awkward around me.
We talked, but not like we were used to. And it's only killing me.
It's killing me to see her in front of my eyes and not be able to hold her.
My heart aches for some reason.
My heart aches every time I see her and think she isn't mine.
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Camilla is someone you'd be ready to die for.
Not because she is a princess but because she is worth dying for.
Camilla was always a reserved but mannerly girl. She has never been a stubborn or troubled girl. I don't remember Uncle Rhys or Aunt Bridget getting worked up because of her.
She has always been this kind, prudent, and lovely girl who sprinkles her magic everywhere.
I used to say to her that wherever she walks, flowers bloom.
Animals and birds follow her.
And the fairy dust leaves behind when she passes.
And now that it's been four days of her fairy dust sprinkled around my aura, I feel intoxicated. I feel addicted to her presence around me, and I can't...
I can't deny the fact that I am fucking attracted to her.
I don't know what exactly to call it, but
.
But it feels like I'd rather be blind than have her leave my sight.
Fuck.
Am I really falling for her?!
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"What are you doing here, Niko?!" Camilla was surprised to find me standing in her room. It's four in the fucking morning, and I couldn't sleep.
I couldn't sleep because her thoughts are haunting me. Thoughts of her leaving me. Thoughts of her disappearing. Thoughts of her being with someone else.
I can't take this anymore.
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"I left something with you, Caramel." I said as I lazily walked towards her and slammed the door closed behind us.
"What is it?" She swallowed, looking straight into my eyes when my body hovered close to her. Her face looks serious, and her body looks nervous.
And I don't like it when she is nervous.
She looks more beautiful when she smiles.
"My heart?" I chuckled, and she smiled with obviousness. Her stressed face cracked a smile, and I already feel the victory warming my heart.
"Stop flirting, Niko! You already got us caught." She placed her palm on my chest and pushed me behind a little. "Lia..."
"Lia knows, doesn't she?" I asked even before Camilla could complete her sentence. I know how sharp Lia is. Especially when it comes to finding what's hiding.
Especially something I am hiding.
So much for being best friends with people like her.
All of my friends know me like an open book. Camilla also used to know me when we were close, but this five-year gap has changed a lot of things.
But one thing is still the same, and that is my ability to make her smile.
I own the right to make her smile. No one else can do it better than me.
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"Yes." Camilla nods with obviousness, and we look at each other for a second.
"No wonder she's been smirking at me and acting weird." I crooked my brow as I led Camilla further in the room, making her sit on the bed. "Are we doomed?"
"No. Not yet." Camilla huffed, and her big grey eyes squinted with another smile. "But we might if you keep coming to my room like this."
Well,
My family wouldn't mind us spending time alone, but it wouldn't look inappropriate if I snuck into Camilla's behind everyone's back, at midnight or dawn, and all alone.
Even a fool could understand what is going on between us.
"Right." I nod and sit beside her. "But I couldn't hold myself back from coming here. I wanted to talk to you."
"About?" Camilla bit her lips and stole her eyes. She is nervous again. If she doesn't even like to talk about Mr. Callister, how could she take such a foolish decision?
She just has to be brave enough to speak up and let me kill that bastard with my own hands.
And I will kill him.
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"About us." I refused to bring that subject up because I could see her hands clenching on her yellow silk, teeth sinking deep in her lower lip, and breathing unevenly.
"Niko..." Camilla glanced at me with guilty eyes, but
"What are we, Camilla?" I shut her up by holding her too beautiful face into the pout. "What do we have between us?"
Camilla placed her hand on my chest and her fingers clenched on my sweatshirt. The mirror in front of the bed reflected us.
"I don't... I don't know..." Camilla licked her lips.
"We are definitely not just friends." I said, sliding my hand between her softer-than-cotton hair. Her eyes closed for a few seconds when she sighed with relief.
"Niko?" Camilla whispered with a breathy sound when her eyes opened to mine. Our faces few inch apart, heart beating faster than it should and the air between us boiling the water molecules.
"Yes?" I whispered too. My hand continued caressing her hair, and she kept scooting towards me till our bodies touched.
"Do you think I could make it out if I try?" Her question was too deep and fearful. The stress line on her face, the big shiny eyes, and hope on her face.
I'd burn down the world if I had to.
She just has to ask.
"You just have to ask, Camilla." I touched my forehead to hers.
"If I ask you to... if I ask you to run away with me, would you?" Camilla murmured, and her rose scent filled my nostrils.
"Even to the moon." I replied, pulling her in my arms as our foreheads kept touching. "Tell me where you want to go, and I'll take you. You just have to ask."
Camilla's eyes showing a hint of tears but a small satisfactory smile on her mouth. Her palm still squeezing on my sweatshirt while another palm rests on my cheek.
"Everything sounds so easy to you, doesn't it?" Camilla chuckled, and the warmth of her breath crashed on my face. "You make it sound like nothing is impossible."
"Because it isn't." I said with seriousness burning my heart. I was all drowning in the seriousness while Camilla, on the other hand, was smiling with tiny tears in her eyes.
"You're such a fiery boy." She said and pecked on my cheek. "You always were."
"And yet you're telling me to accept the fact that you'll marry someone else?" The offense rushed up to my head. "How could you marry someone like him?"
"Because I have no other choice." She says calmly while my voice is getting squeakier with anger and unease.
"Fuck that, Camilla. You always have a choice." I almost shouted, but Camilla was calm. "All you have to do is tell this fucking thing to Uncle Rhys, and he'd kill that bastard in a snap."
"I know." She nods. "I know he'd kill him. But... but I'd break his heart to know what happened to his little princess. He'd feel terrible and fail."
"Camilla..." I hold her face close to mine. I know how much she loves her dad and how much she cares about him. Hurting him would not even be the last thing she'd ever do.
And I can also understand what she must be thinking.
Uncle Rhys is too protective about his girls, and it'd break his heart into pieces to find out that he failed in saving his little princess from trauma.
But it wasn't his fault at all, nor was it Camilla's.
Camilla was a prudent kid while Uncle Rhys was a caring and loving father.
Both of them love and refuse to do anything that hurts each other.
.
Well,
She is right at the one point.
Every father would feel the hell of seeing his kid suffering and blame himself for everything.
But it doesn't mean kids should not speak up about their problems.
Kids should speak.
Kids should be transparent with their parents.
Kids should know that if they don't speak up about their problems, it'll hurt their parents more.
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"Dada would be so sad. I don't... I can't see him sad, Niko." Camilla says as her arms wrap around my shoulder. "He'd break so bad if he found out what happened to me."
"He'd be sadder if you keep it a secret and let yourself get lost in it." I pecked on her hair. "Do you really think Uncle Rhys would let you marry some thirty-eight-year-old man? You'd only hurt him more, Camilla."
A longest sigh left her mouth as she dug her face in my neck and hugged me tight.
"I'm too scared. I'm too scared, Niko." Camilla sobbed. "I don't know what to do. Everything has become complicated."
The fears planted inside the heart at a young age are some of the most effective fears.
The young mind tends to believe everything since it is flexible and has no opinions of itself.
And that's what happened to Camilla.
Mr. Callister had placed fear inside her head when she was young and at the developing stage.
I can totally understand how hard it is to speak up when the fear keeps holding you back.
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"Can you promise me something, Caramel?" I asked. I asked, and her eyes met mine.
"Promise what?" She murmured.
"That we'd keep no secrets between us." I avowed. "That we'd tell each other everything like we used to do before. That we'd never let it affect our friendship."
She nodded. She nodded and hugged me tightly. So tightly that I feel her heartbeat right against mine. Her tiny, delicate body melts into mine; all I smell is roses of her and rosemary of mine.
The warmth of her body is the only thing that is keeping me alive because if I let her go right now, I'd die of cold.
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"Niko?" Camilla pecked on my neck skin with gentleness, and her fingers brushed against my cheek. "Did you mean it when you said that I just have to ask?"
"I meant every single word, Caramel." I said firmly as the only thing I could see in this room right now is her grey eyes. "You just have to ask, and it's yours."
"Will you give it to me if I ask for something?" Camilla put her index finger on my lower lip and slowly slid it in my mouth.
.
Fuck.
The butterflies!
I've felt the lust before, but butterflies?
Butterflies are new to me.
No girl has ever made me feel butterflies before.
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"Anything." I swallowed as my throat went dry for no freaking reason. I am not a person who can ever get shy, but am I getting shy?
Am I getting shy because Camilla is touching me?
Dear fucking hell, what is she doing to me?
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"Touch me." She said. Her lips get bitten and eyes are full of shyness. "I want you to touch me."
"Do you know what you're asking for, Caramel?" The pulse in my jaw ticked as the butterflies continued flying in my stomach.
"I'm asking you to touch me." She says, slowly sitting on my lap and pushing me back on the bed until my back touches the cushion behind.
"If I touch you," I hold onto her waist, letting her lead the process because the shine in her eyes demands power. "I'll never let anyone do so."
"I don't... I don't want you to touch anyone either if I," She brushed her thumb on my lower lip. "If I touch you."
"I'm all yours to touch." I parted my mouth, and she invaded with her index finger inside my mouth.
She was sitting on my torso while I leaned back on the cushion. Her hands were engulfed together while others were trying to explore our bodies.
"Tell me what you want." I pulled myself closer to her face and waited for her to say. I am trying to control the urge to kiss her wildly, fisting her hair and making her moan until she cries out, but
But she looks too innocent for that.
I don't want to rush things. I don't.
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Camilla slammed her lips onto mine. Those warm, lush lips moved slowly at first, but she feels demanding. She feels demanding with her kiss, with her grip on my jaw and demanding with another hand fisting my hair.
Fuck.
She is going to be the death of me.
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I opened my mouth for her to invade the tongue, and she did.
She invaded my mouth with her sweet tongue, and my body set on fire.
Her closed eyes, her sweet mouth, and her rubbing hips on the torso are not doing any justice to my 'trying to calm' mind.
"I... I want to see you." She said between the kiss while her hands were aggressively trying to take off my sweatshirt. Her stubborn, pouty face looks too cute to demand anything but,
But I obeyed anyway.
I slowly tossed off the sweatshirt from my shoulders while keeping her engaged with another kiss. Her moments are getting out of her control, like she is drunk.
She broke the kiss, and her eyes were set on my torso. She hesitated to touch it first, but a few seconds later, she traced down my firm chest, abs, and cuts around my rib.
"Do you... do you work... do you work out?" She bit her lip so hard before asking that it made me chuckle.
"Why? Is my body good?" I asked, laughing, because her eyes say her every thought.
I am not praising myself, but I do have a body like another athlete. Thanks to martial arts, football, and other physical pursuits.
"Um hm." She nodded as her brows scrunched with embarrassment. She looked at her body for a second, and another chuckle left my mouth.
Is she comparing my body to hers?!
This girl is crazy and will be the bane of my existence!
I picked her up by wrapping her legs around my waist, and she was surprised.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked as I walked us to the mirror once again. I want to show her what her body does to me.
"Let me show you what you do to me." I smirked as I put her on the chair in front of the mirror. I slowly pulled down her yellow silk dress while my hung to my waist, keeping my torso bare.
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I dropped on my knees in front of her. The white lace panties she was wearing were already scented with her arousal.
"Niko..." Her hands gripped on my hair as I touched her panty to pull it down.
"Keep your eyes on the mirror." I kissed her inner thigh, soothing and comforting her before I slid her panties down.
Heaven.
Fuck, she is fucking beautiful.
"I'm... I'm..." Camilla was about to say, but I already know what she wanted to say.
"You don't have to be shy, Caramel." I said, placing small kisses on her inner thigh to her pink, lush, and drenched kitty.
I've never felt thirstier before.
Never.
I kissed her wetness.
The sweeter-than-caramel taste blessed my mouth, and I couldn't...
Fuck. I couldn't control myself but to dig my tongue inside those pinks.
"Niko..." My name left her mouth in a moan, and her fingers gripped my head so hard that my scalp ached. I dug my finger deeper, and my eyes closed at the addictive taste of her.
"Keep it low, Caramel." I hold her thighs apart when they try to close, but I am far beyond control to let her push me away. "You don't want your Dada to come upstairs and see his daughter getting tongue-fucked by me, do you?"
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I dug my whole mouth in her kitty as her hips started rubbing and shaking against my mouth. Sweet juices live in her kitty, and I suck them hard as if that's the only way I could ever feel my thirst.
"Oh my god... Niko..." Camilla's head fell back as her back arched on the chair. Her tiny, pink nipples bounce with my thrusting movements, and she bites her lips to suppress her moans, and to help her, I invade her mouth with my two fingers.
My tongue kept licking and sucking and thrusting inside her kitty. Her movements were getting rougher against my mouth while she decided to bite my fingers in her mouth.
"Niko... Niko, please..." She moaned as tears rolled down from the sides of her eyes. "Please..."
I have said that I don't like her begging, but fuck,
Is she begging me to let her come?
I'd die. I'd fucking die for her.
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"Please what?" I hold her hips on hold, and she is frustrated. I wanted to hear her beg. I wanted her to tell me exactly what she wants.
"Please, Niko..." Her sound is breathier. "Please let me finish... please..." She said, and a chuckle left my mouth.
This girl doesn't even know what to call it!
"You call it a come, Baby." I said against her kitty, kissing on it. "Say, 'Let me come.'"
"Let me come. Please... please let me come..." She begged again. Her hands in my hair, forcefully pushing me down between her legs and hips, trying to move.
"Good girl." I gently bite on her folds, and she almost screams. I slammed my palm on her mouth and shut her up. "You're a quick learner."
I stopped talking and dug my tongue inside her once again. This time, rougher. My teeth are also begging me to take a bite of that lush skin, but I hold back my urge and let my tongue do the work.
On the other hand,
The cock inside my pants is throbbing and screaming for a release.
My cock has never pulsed this harder. It'd fall down if I didn't release it from the pants now.
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I kept tongue-fucking her.
Deeper and deeper.
Rougher and rougher.
Swirling my tongue inside her, tasting every sweetness of her.
Camilla's moans get suppressed by my palm on her mouth, but I could still hear them.
Fuck.
With a hard, suppressed moan, her kitty squeezed on my tongue, almost breaking.
Her hips arched back and palm pulled my hair so hard that I wonder if they're broken.
The taste of sugar filled my mouth when I held my tongue inside until her shake of hips vanished. I licked off every juice left from her body and watched it intensely for seconds.
"Dear lord..." Camilla breathed, and her head fell back on the chair. Her eyes closed, and her body turned numb.
Finally.
She got her first orgasm.
And I'm honored to be her first.
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I picked her up from the chair and slowly tucked her in on the bed after making her wear clothes.
She fell asleep right after her first orgasm, and it was obvious.
Her tiny, fragile body could never stay awake after what I had done to her.
Fuck,
This girl is already the death of me.
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I cleaned the mess on the chair and on the bed. I cleaned her legs as well while she was in a sugar sleep. I gave her some hickey to remind her of me and,
With a satisfactory peck on her forehead, I walked out of the room.
I opened the door and,
.
I opened the door and fuck,
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
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Aunt Jules.
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"Naked torso, messy hair, flushed cheek, and fucking boner in your pants." Aunt Jules glared at my body from head to toe. "Looks like I missed something. Oh, it's the sleeping beauty on the bed."
"Aunt Jules... It's... it's not how it looks." Niko Volkov buffered. I fucking buffered!
"I have the nose of a bloodhound." Aunt Jules smirked as her hazel eyes kept exploring the room behind me. I was standing at the door of Camilla's room. "No wonder something was bleeding for days."
"I can explain." I clenched my eyes close as I knew I'd been caught.
You're supposed to be clever, Niko Alex Volkov.
Where's my high IQ now?
I am super intelligent. My foot.
Nothing is going to work. It's Aunt Jules. She's cleverer than the bloody devil.
"Oh, you do?" Aunt Jules crooked her brow, and that vicious smirk remained on her face. "I'd like to hear you lie."
Yeah, right.
She's not at all easy to fool.
No one escapes her fire. No one.
"You wouldn't believe if I lied, would you?" I accepted my defeat before I could start lying about how did I end up in Camilla's room half naked at six in the morning.
"Not a chance." She smiled suggestively and pinched my cheek hard. "By the way, you have a good body. Just like Josh. Hot and sexy. Camilla must have had a sweaty night yesterday."
"Aunt Jules?!" I rolled my eyes. "Come on. Be serious. It's nothing like that."
"Thank me instead, Niko. I just skipped your death." Aunt Jules squinted her eyes.
"What do you mean?" I stared at her with doubtful eyes.
"Rhys was coming to wake Camilla up, but since you were not in your room," Aunt Jules avowed. "I came to rescue you. You better wear something before Rhys makes it up here."
"What?!" I widened my eyes while wearing the sweatshirt. "Why is everyone bloody awake this early in the morning?"
"Because we're leaving for the Eldorra tour?" Aunt Jules said in an obvious expression, and I realized.
Right.
How could I forget about it?
Aunt Bridget told us about it last night.
Guess I was too busy with other thoughts to understand what exactly Aunt Bridget said.
"Fuck." I sighed and looked at Aunt Jules. Aunt Jules simply wrapped her arm around my shoulder, closed the door behind us, and walked me.
"Rhys is going to have a heart attack." Aunt Jules predicted. "Or you might be six feet under the ground."
Is Aunt Jules here to threaten me?!
This fiery woman. God, I love her and want to bite her at the same time.
"I am not afraid to be six feet under the ground." I said and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. Her height looks five feet nothing in front of me, but she could kill anyone like a tiny little monster.
"Niko?" Aunt Jules made us stop on the stairs and stared into my fucking soul. Those hazel eyes, skin pale as snow, a beautiful face, and that red hair work as the cherry on the top.
"Yes?" I sighed once again. There's no point in hiding. Rather, I'm glad she found out about us before anyone else.
She's not someone who'd oppose us or anyone without purpose. Rather, she understands better what it feels like to date in secret.
Not like Camilla and I are dating, but it's the same thing if we're kissing and being physical.
"Do you like, Camilla?" I heard it in my core. So deep that my soul awakened.
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Do I like Camilla?
Huh. Why have I not asked myself?
What do I exactly feel for her?
Is it lust?
Is it protectiveness?
Is it possessiveness?
Is it a concern?
Is it comfort?
What exactly do I feel about, Camilla?
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"How... how do you know that?" I swallowed and tried to ask what is going on in my head. "That you like someone?"
"It feels like," Aunt Jules's palm rested on my cheek, and she said,. "You'd rather be blind than have her leave your sight."
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I'd rather be blind than have her leave my sight.
I'd rather be blind than have her leave my sight.
I'd rather be blind than have her leave my sight.
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"I," The realization set my mind high on feeling and emotions running through my veins. And now that I know what to call it, "I like Camilla."
A smile appeared on Aunt Jules's face as she explored my face with her big hazel eyes.
Fuck.
Did I say that out loud?
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"You remind me of Joshy. Unbreakable charm, bigger than moon pride and playfulness running in the vein than blood." Aunt Jules sighed. "Until that one girl comes..."
"I'm not fooling around with Camilla..." I whispered as Aunt Jules held me by my back.
"I know. I'm a hoe sensor. I recognize a playboy when I see one." She cracked a chuckle, and I adored her smiling face with my eyes. "And I hate to say that, but Alex raised you pretty well in the area of love life."
"So you finally agreed that I'm more like my dad and not Uncle Josh?" I tittered, and Aunt Jules smacked my head by pulling my head down to her height.
"I'd never agree on that." She laughed and strangled my neck in her arm. "You are a mini Josh Chen. No doubt in that."
"By the way, Aunt Jules. Can you keep this a secret until we figure out some things between us?" I know she wouldn't tell anyone, but since Uncle Josh and she don't hide anything, I doubt she would.
"What will I get in return?" She smirked sarcastically, and now she looks more like Aunt Jules. "Do you really think I would do a free favor?"
"Dad says right. You surely are a she-devil." I laughed, and another smack crashed on my head.
"I could expose you to Rhys, and you'll find yourself under the coffin." Aunt Jules will torture me with this secret forever.
"For God's sake, Aunt Jules. Why does it always have to be you to find out things?" I regret my life. "I'd have been safer if Uncle Christian had found this out."
"Poor Volkovs." Aunt Jules taunted me and Dad for always being trapped in her cage. I rolled my eyes and walked her downstairs to the living room.
"Now I can understand what Dad must feel." I laughed while kissing her cheek aggressively.
"Wait!" She was surprised in the middle of nowhere. "Did you guys have sex?!"
"What? No!" I looked everywhere for someone and found no one.
"You do know about the condom risks, right?" Aunt Jules has no filters. "Those only work for ninety-nine percent. There's always a one percent risk."
"Aunt Jules... we didn't have sex..." I feel embarrassed. There's nothing more awkward than talking your sex life to the parent figure.
"No sex before you turn eighteen. I'm warning you." Aunt Jules warned me out of pure parental care. I know she is worried that Camilla and I might do something wrong, but "You can kiss, though."
"Aunt Jules?" I covered my face with my palm as the embarrassment burned my cheek.
"Or you can also give each other orgasms but only with hands or mouth..." She continued, and I shut her up by covering her mouth with my palm.
"For God's sake, Aunt Jules. Stop talking, please!" I bit her shoulder as she laughed hard and kept punching my stomach. "That's embarrassing."
"Come on, tell me what you did last night. Fingers, tongue?" Aunt Jules pulled my leg, and I can't cope with her anymore. Giving your secret to Aunt Jules is giving your soul to the demon.
"Stop it!" I tickled her to death. Her laugh filled the castle walls, and I laughed with her too.
As I said,
She is my favorite.
No less, no more.
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