Damon leaned down further, his warm mouth traveling down her exposed collarbone, pressing light, reverent kisses against her collarbone until he found the soft, tender nipples on her chest. He pulled her into his warmth, taking her into his mouth with slow, intense suction, drawing out every bit of her sweet taste.
A loud, breathless moan escaped Camilla's lips, echoing through the quiet, sunlit bedroom. Her back arched slightly off the mattress as a sharp jolt of overwhelming pleasure shot through her core.
As his warm, solid body pressed flush against her hip under the sheets, Camilla felt the hard, hot shape of his physical arousal pressing firmly against her thigh through the bedding.
A sudden wave of practicality hit her brain like a splash of cold water.
She thought to herself, "No, no. Not now. His body is still far too weak. The doctor specifically said no strain."
