Camila The evening was hectic, but once dinner ended, I went to attend to Katya. Serving Ronan's friends was awkward, bringing back memories of that night—a night that remained a blank slate, with the only evidence of its occurrence now peacefully sleeping in her bed. I stared at her gently, my heart filled with hopes and dreams. I tried to imagine a normal life: Ronan, her, and me as a real family. But who was I fooling? This was the best we would get, and I would always be a bystander, observing my daughter's life without having any say in it. The thought alone brought tears to my eyes, but I fought them away. I heard the door open and knew it was Ronan. I turned to look as Ronan stepped in, his shirt slightly unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up, looking a bit tired. "Is she asleep?" he asked softly, and I nodded. He wanted to say something, but I stopped him, knowing any sound could wake Katya. "We need to talk," he said, and a wave of worry washed over me. I composed myself and
CamilaRonan’s face drew closer, and suddenly, his lips crashed onto mine. I didn't know how to respond. Was this a demonstration of his question, a need, or just the moment?His lips were as soft as before, and though part of me wanted to fall into the kiss, I remained on guard, unsure of his true intentions. He broke the kiss, searching my eyes. "You will let him kiss you because he is Jorvikian?" he asked again, and I shook my head, my heart pounding. He held me tighter. "Love and desire sometimes come together. Do you dare to dream, Malish?" His voice was a whisper, full of intensity. He backed me against the wall, and I felt trapped, my emotions a whirlwind of fear, confusion, and something deeper that I couldn't yet name. "You should, Malish, because I dare to dream," he said, crashing his lips on mine. This time, it was deeper, and it tugged at my heartstrings. I had butterflies and felt all sorts of things. He broke the kiss and looked at me. "Show me what you want, Ma
CamilaRonan sucked my clit and licked my slit down to my entrance and then back. My moans were loud, and he approved. Soon, a wave I had never felt in my entire life washed over me.It felt like I was leaving my body in shock. It washed through me intensely. I could not describe it, but it made me stretch, and I grabbed onto the sheet with all my might. It was scary and felt too damn good at the same time. Ronan did not stop licking and sucking on my clit, making me extra sensitive. I wanted to pull away from him, but he didn't stop. He gradually slowed down and then pulled away. He knelt before me, and our eyes locked together. His lips were wet with my juices on them. "You taste delicious, Malishka, I didn't think I can't stop now," He said. I shook my head."Then don't," I managed with a whisper, still trying to catch my breath, following my instincts and desire for once. "I am yours," I said, and he leaned over me, positioning himself between my legs. "You can't take tho
CamilaThe morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. As I stirred awake and turned over, I was taken aback to find Ronan still lying beside me.He looked so peaceful in his sleep, his face serene and relaxed. A sudden, overwhelming urge to reach out and touch his face gripped me.Memories of our intimate moments from the previous night flooded my mind, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. It hadn't been a dream—it was all real.The weight of that realisation settled over me, and I wondered what it meant for us moving forward.I was torn between staying still to savour this rare moment and my duties. I needed to get up and tend to Katya.As I began to shift in bed, Ronan stirred. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, his embrace firm yet tender."Don't you think it's too early?" he murmured, his lips brushing against my neck in a gentle kiss.Of course, he would think it was too early. Ronan wasn't accustomed to the early routines that had
CamilaI could tell Ronan was uplifted and light-hearted. He must have bottled so much in with that hard exterior he always kept."You seem uplifted," I managed, still catching my breath."You can imagine. Wanting someone so much yet you dare not touch. It's been hard," he said and looked at me with a sincerity that tugged at my heart.I could imagine. That has been my life, but I kept it to myself. I was just grateful for the moment."When we are together, you call me by my name, Malishka; we are equals in the comfort of our home," he said, and I searched his eyes, feeling the depth of his words. He touched my cheek gently, sending a shiver down my spine."I have thought about it, and I promise to find a way for us. You, me, and Katya. You just have to trust me," he said, his eyes pleading with a vulnerability that made my chest tighten.I gradually nodded, knowing I would not hold him to his promise. The world was already unfair, and my people were unfortunate; there was no point in
CamilaI dressed quickly and went to Katya's room. To my surprise, she was still asleep. Since there was still time for breakfast, I decided to make crepes.Rushing to the kitchen, I began mixing the batter. I had just finished mixing it, when Ronan entered, carrying Katya in his arms."Crepes," he said, a smile spreading across his face. I knew how much he liked crepes. Ronan had a bit of a sweet tooth, something Arya never noticed."Do you need help?" he asked, still holding Katya gently."No, Sir," I replied out of habit, realising too late that I'd reverted to formalities. Ronan's expression shifted slightly, showing a hint of offense."It will take some time to get used to addressing you as an equal," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed."Try. It's just us," he said, his tone gentle as he kissed my forehead. "I'll get her ready while you cook."I was taken aback. "What? Can you do it?""Just watch me," he said with a playful wink before heading out with Katya in his arms.The th
CamilaOn the first day of the following month, Ronan was called to the headquarters abruptly, leaving me in the house with Katya and Kenneth. He wasn't going to travel; it was just a quick meeting, and he would be back soon. I was going to miss him, but I held it in because Kenneth was in the house with us.As soon as Ronan left, I buried myself in work, trying to pass the time and avoid Kenneth.While I read a storybook to Katya in her room, Kenneth brought me food."You didn't have to, Kenneth," I said, looking up at him. He shook his head."You work too much these days. You should take a break; besides, I feel you are mad at me about something," he said, handing me the plate of food. I stared at him, wondering what he was talking about."Why do you say that?" I asked while taking a bite of the food. I didn't realize how hungry I was until I swallowed a spoonful of the rice."You don't talk to me; we don't cook together. It's like you are avoiding me. Did I do anything wrong?" he as
RonanI came home late that night, the darkness outside mirroring the heaviness in my heart.As I stepped quietly into the house, I headed to Katya’s room and noticed Camila sleeping on the air mattress.The sight tugged at my heartstrings. Kenneth had closed for the day, leaving Camila home alone. She looked so peaceful and vulnerable, and I couldn't bear to disturb her rest.Gently, I scooped Camila up from the mattress, careful not to wake her and Katya. She stirred in my arms, and my heart ached with love and worry. I softly kissed her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin against my lips."Sleep, it's okay," I whispered, my voice barely audible.She nestled closer and drifted back into her dreams. I carried her to her room, laying her gently on the bed, and watched her for a moment. She looked so angelic, so innocent, and it made my chest tighten with a mixture of love and fear.I returned to my room, slipped into something more comfortable and poured myself a drink, the liquid