Todos os capítulos de Tangled in Moonlight : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Their lips remained locked in a passionate kiss, their connection growing deeper with every passing moment. Camden's fingertips traced the contours of Clayton's chest, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from him. As her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands explored her curves, their bodies melting together in a dance of desire. With a playful twinkle in his eyes, Clayton grabbed her butt again and lifted her up, their laughter mingling with the sound of the storm raging outside. Camden couldn't resist the urge to kiss his neck, nibbling at his earlobe, causing him to sigh and moan in response. The intensity of their connection heightened, their breath mingling in the air. However, their passionate moment was interrupted by an enormous crack of lightning, followed by thunder that shook the cabin.Camden's heart raced, her body jolting with surprise. "Fuck!" Clayton exclaimed, his gaze fixed on the window. "There's a tree on fire out there," he said, concern etched on his face. "But we'l

Clayton shivered, partly from the cold and partly from the lingering sensation of Camden's touch. "You'd better put some clothes on," Camden sighed, breaking their embrace and biting her lip as she looked at his bare chest. He couldn't help but smile, enjoying the way she looked at him. Heading to a chest of drawers, Clayton pulled out a pair of black sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Camden stared into the dancing flames as Clayton dressed, her thoughts seemingly lost in the flickering firelight."You hungry?" Clayton asked, making his way into the kitchen. "No, but I should probably eat for the sake of my hangover," Camden replied, her voice tinged with a touch of exhaustion. She suddenly turned towards him with a hesitant look on her face. "Would it be weird if I did some yoga?" she asked, a hint of embarrassment colouring her cheeks. Clayton chuckled, finding her self-consciousness endearing. "Pffft... Not at all. Yoga away. I'd love to see how flexible you are," he teased with a sl

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULTCamden groaned, her forehead resting on Clayton's chest as she took a deep breath. She trailed her hands down his arms, their fingers intertwining. "Just to make it clear, I'm suffering just as much as you are here. It's a real struggle not to rip those boxers off of you," she said playfully, her teeth nipping at one of his nipples. "Arg... Cam, you're such a tease!" he moaned, his desire evident in his voice. "You're killing me over here!"Camden stepped back giving him a cold look, her playful demeanour vanishing in an instant. "Please don't say that," she said firmly, her eyes filled with a mix of rage and pain. “I’m sorry… I… I thought you were into it,” Clayton apologised awkwardly, uncertain of what was going on and what had changed between them so suddenly. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself and continued, "Listen, I was, and I'm sorry." Her voice softened with genuine remorse. "I just..." She trailed off, her emotions swirling within her.

Sitting in the dimly lit room, illuminated only by the flickering flames of the fire, Camden's sobs had subsided, and her tears had ceased their flow. With her arms securely wrapped around Clayton's neck and his embrace around her waist, she finally felt safe—safe from her past, safe from her fears. "Thank you," Camden whispered into Clayton's ear, her voice barely audible. The weight she had carried for years felt lighter, as if shared between them. "I'll always be here for you, Cam. You can tell me anything. We can get through anything together, okay?" Clayton reassured her, his voice filled with unwavering support. Camden nodded against his shoulder, finding solace in his words.They remained entwined, finding comfort and strength in each other's presence. Time seemed to blur as they held onto one another, basking in the warmth of their connection. Eventually, Clayton sensed Camden's exhaustion, her body growing limp in his embrace. "Are you tired?" he asked gently, his voice a ten

Camden awoke to the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She stretched, lazily opening her eyes, and turned to see Clayton bustling about in the kitchen. "Coffee?" he offered with a smile. Camden shook her head, feeling a pang of guilt that he had likely made it for her. "No, thanks, I don't really drink coffee," she confessed. "I prefer tea." Clayton's eyes widened in astonishment. "What?! Who doesn't drink coffee?" he exclaimed, clearly dumbfounded by this new revelation. Camden chuckled softly. "Well, I guess that would be me," she replied. "How do you wake up in the morning?" Clayton asked, still trying to take in this new information. "Well, I mean, the same way everyone else does. I open my eyes and then I'm awake." She laughed. "Fuck," Clayton grumbled as he rummaged through cupboards and shelves. "I don't think I even have tea." He said with a frown. "That's okay." Camden mused. "I'm sure I'll survive without it."Clayton's eyes sparkled as an idea formed in his mind. "