Chapter 151: Look At Yourself In The Mirror And Don't Look Away
Chapter 151: Look At Yourself In The Mirror And Don't Look Away
Camilla
Walking the two of us inside his room, my eyes widened at the sight. Most of the walls were very light gray in contrast to the rest of their house. Shelves upon shelves of books hung across the entire section and they were enough to fill a small library. Gregorio put me down so I could walk around and he wasn't lying when he told me about the large window that spread the height and width of an entire wall, black casing framing the glass.
"This is…." I began, spinning back to him, only to find more books on the shelves behind him.
My words trailer off because I recognized many of the titles as some of my favorites as well as new ones that I didn't recognize.
"I saw some of these books in your room." He said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my body.
"I wanted you to have the options here too if you ever just wanted to hang out for the day."
To say I was stunned was an understatement. There had to have been just under a hundred books in front of me, a small percentage compared to the rest.
"You really didn't have to do that." I said even though pictures of me curling up in bed with him, reading and cuddling on a day when it is raining like this popped up in my mind.
His response was planting a gentle kiss to my neck and my skin tingling from where his lips touched. My hand wove back to curl my fingers through his hair, his mouth slowly trailing a path downwards and sending warm spark through my blood.
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't have it." He countered, his hands holding me close as he roamed my body, smoothly pushing off his shirt from my shoulders and letting it drop to the ground.
Long fingers instantly replaced the fabric's caress and ran over my hardened nipples and circled them teasingly.
"Sir," I groaned, my legs pressing together as I leaned back, molding my sensitive body to his.
"I have waited so long for you, Camilla." He whispered, his mouth continuing to work along every pleasure spot on my throat.
His touch made me feel weak, his arms needing to support my body as I melted under his touch. My eyes had fallen shut and I hadn't even known we had shifted until his fingers were at my chin, tilting my head to the side.
"Look at you, look at how pretty you look." He said, my hands moving to grab him at the sight of the large mirror at the side of his bed.
I had been so distracted with everything else that I had missed our reflection and I couldn't now though. I couldn't not see the flushed girl staring back at me, my knees pressed together and my eyes bright. My nipples were red and desperate as he rolled them between his fingers.
"A mirror?" I asked even though I am well aware of the intentions behind it.
I both liked and disliked its presence but overall it had me tensing in place.
"Mhmm," he hummed and his eyes met mine in the mirror as his mouth left marks all along my neck.
"I want you to see yourself the first time I fill you up."
His words made my cunt tighten deliciously but I remained frozen, the woman I am seeing in the mirror looking nothing like me. I could see my arousal glistening from between my thighs, my hair messy and matching Gregorio's as my hands remained connected to him.
"What, sweetheart?" He cooed, his nose brushing against my jaw as he continued to play with me.
I knew his tone was meant to be comforting and it was but it is also a genuine question that he expected an answer to.
"Nothing," I said breathlessly, tilting my head back to the ceiling so I didn't have to look at myself anymore. I felt so vulnerable like this and I didn't know how to tell him.
My response was not one he accepted though, a punishing slap going straight to my clit like he said he would.
"I just don't think I like watching myself, sir." I said, obliging his hold when he made me look at my reflection but unlike the first time, I wasn't sure I liked what I saw anymore.
My eyes instantly began to glance over every single one of my insecurities, hating the stretch marks on my hips, the scars on my thighs and the way my stomach isn't toned. I hated what I saw, knowing the cellulite on my legs didn't offer the perfect skin I wished I had.
Mostly, I hated that I felt this way but nothing could stop me from seeing every one of these things as reminders of how I was never enough for the people around me. He didn't falter in his movement at my admission but I saw the conflict in his eyes. He knew where my mind had selfishly traveled and when his mouth finally moved away from my neck, he knew my heart was racing for things other than desire.
"Tell me one part of your body you dislike." He whispered into my ear, still not allowing me to look away.
"What?" I mumbled under my breath, holding his hands in mine just as his eyes held my attention.
"Tell me, sweetheart." He repeated, rounding my body and moving to my front for me to focus on him.
I knew what he was asking but the question made me feel stripped bare in a sense so much more than the nakedness of my skin.
"My scars." I bite out, hating the admissions and the understanding that flickered in his eyes.
The next second, he was dripping to his knees before me, hooking my legs over his shoulder and running his lips across my thighs, across the pain that cut deeper than my physical mark could. My chest tightened and tears formed in my eyes at the sight, him not kissing a single inch of my skin before moving to my other leg.
I shook but he held me, kissing away the part of me I hated most and replacing them with this beautiful moment of affection, acceptance and understanding because that is what things were with us.
I am in love with him, not because he introduced me to an entire new world of pleasure. But because he held me together and made me feel safe with his actions.
"What else?" His voice rasped as he spoke, staring up at me. This time, it was easier to respond as my chest feeling lighter.
"My stomach," my voice broke as I admitted but my thoughts soon became consumed as his hands moved up my body, landing on my waist before his mouth began at my hips.
My breath hitched as he kissed the spot on my left side of my body, holding my eyes with every healing touch. That was how everything continued, his mouth dissolving away everything about myself I despised, starting from the bottom and working his way up until he was standing again at his full height.
"Gregorio…." I whimpered but he took away the words too, his lips connecting to mine and breaking off the last insecurity to eat away at me and my fear of never finding love.
"I wish you could see yourself the way I do, Camilla." He said against my mouth, curling my hair in his fist and gently pulling my head back to look at him.
"Because if you did, you would never feel insecure again. That much I can promise you."
As the final tear ran down my cheek, I knew that nothing else mattered anymore apart from the two of us and this moment. A lot has changed in this last week and I wasn't the only one who felt it either. And this felt like a shift that I could never come back from.
Adriano, Domenico and Gregorio, they were it for me and I was too damn tired to let myself be held back anymore.
"Kiss me," I mumbled and just like that everything around us snapped.
He was on me in an instant, recognizing the change within me and feeding off it as I was picked up to wrap around his body. We didn't break off, not once even as I was laid down onto the edge of his bed so that my front was facing the mirror. I didn't care, my hands frantically dropping to his belt and blindly unfastening the buckle, needing his help to push his clothing off his lean body.
"Please," I said against his mouth and that single word led to me being flipped onto my stomach, my hips being drawn upwards until I was on all four.
"Look at yourself and don't look away." His demand controlled my body for me, my head turning and my legs pressing together at the sight of my back naturally arching to his touch.
I watched as my thighs were spread wide apart, the action causing my ass to curve upwards into the air. For a second, the only thing that happened was his fingers slowly moving up and down my back, my senses attuned to every gentle brush of air parting from his mouth.
There was no doubt he knew the effects he was having on my body and by the time his touch moved to between my thighs, he had to steady me from how sensitive I was.
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