My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge
Chapter 112: I Don’t Want To Remember (2)

Chapter 112: I Don’t Want To Remember (2)

The unexpected sensation sent a shiver through her body, making her stiffen. That was when she realized...

She was crying.

Greg pressed soft kisses against her damp cheek, his voice a deep whisper against her skin. "Let me take all of your pain, Cammy. If I could bear it for you, I would. I swear, I would."

Her chest ached—not from sadness, but from something else entirely. Something unfamiliar yet intoxicating.

"You’re doing just fine, Greg... You’re doing fine," she murmured.

Then, as if something inside her had snapped, she grasped his face with a surprising force and crashed her lips onto his, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss.

This time, there was no hesitation, no restraint—only fire.

Cammy devoured his lips, and kissed him fiercely, greedily, as though trying to drown out every painful memory with his taste. She kissed him like she was starved for him. And Greg? He let her. He let her take whatever she needed from him and matched her hunger with his own.

His hands moved instinctively, tracing every dip and curve of her body as if he were committing her to memory. His palms skimmed her waist and glided up her ribs until they finally cupped the softness of her breasts. He kneaded them gently at first, then with more pressure, coaxing a soft gasp from her lips.

Greg pulled away, only to trail his mouth down the column of her throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses lower and lower, until he reached her chest.

A deep groan rumbled in his throat as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it with a slow, deliberate intensity while his hands continued their worship.

Cammy’s fingers tangled into his thick hair, gripping it tightly when he suddenly squeezed her breast harder, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her core.

"Ahh... Greg..." she moaned, her head falling back against the pillow, surrendering completely to the waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.

At that moment, there was no past. No pain. No Duncan.

There was only Greg.

Cammy’s breath hitched as a molten heat pooled between her thighs, the intensity of her arousal undeniable. The ache, the need—it was almost unbearable.

Sensing her desperation, Greg continued his slow, deliberate descent. His lips and tongue traced a scorching path from her groin to her folds, dipping just below it, teasing the edge of where she wanted him most.

Her body tensed in anticipation. ’Yes... now,’ she thought.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he veered off course, his lips gliding down the length of her thigh, igniting fire in places she never expected. He kissed, licked, and nipped at the sensitive skin, his left hand trailing up her other leg, making sure no inch of her was left untouched.

A frustrated whimper escaped her lips. She wanted him where she needed him, wanted to tangle her fingers in his thick hair and guide him—but he was just out of reach. And the pleasure he was giving her was so intoxicating, so dizzying, that she couldn’t bear to let go of the sheets she clutched in her fists.

Greg smirked against her skin, reveling in the way she trembled beneath him.

When he finally decided he had teased her enough, he grasped both of her legs and spread them wider—wider than she thought possible, as if she wasn’t already offering herself to him.

His hands moved slowly, almost reverently, tracing the curve of her calves before sliding up, up, up, to her inner thighs. His fingers barely ghosted over her heated skin, sending shivers straight to her core.

His gaze never left her, dark and hungry, filled with raw, unfiltered desire.

And then, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he licked his lips and whispered—

"Now, let me taste that sweetness of yours once again."

Cammy’s breath hitched as she locked eyes with Greg, watching the transformation in his expression—the way his pupils darkened, his jaw tensed, and his lips parted slightly as if he was already tasting her in his mind. Lust burned in his gaze, raw and unfiltered, consuming her whole.

She barely had time to process the intensity of his stare before she felt his thumbs brush over her slick folds, parting them gently. A shudder rolled through her body, anticipation tightening every muscle. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, relishing the teasing strokes, the promise of pleasure.

When she opened them again, Greg was already watching her, his hunger obvious, his breathing slow but heavy, his lips curved into a smirk that sent heat straight to her core.

"Greg..." she murmured, her voice a breathy plea.

His smirk deepened. Without another word, his left thumb found her aching clit, circling it in slow, deliberate strokes, sending jolts of pleasure through her. At the same time, two of his fingers slipped inside her effortlessly, stretching her just right.

His gaze never wavered, his eyes locked onto hers like he was savoring every reaction, every tremble of her body beneath him.

"So fucking wet," he rasped, voice thick with desire. "My fingers just slide right in... so easily."

A strangled moan escaped her lips as she arched into his touch, her grip on the sheets tightening, knuckles turning white.

"Ahh... Greg... Just like that..." she gasped, drowning in the exquisite torture of his slow, deep strokes.

Greg groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her as he leaned down, his hot breath caressing her skin.

"Oh, baby," he murmured, his pace agonizingly steady, deliberate. "I’m just getting started."

Greg curled his fingers inside her, seeking out that one spot—the one that would make her unravel completely. The moment he found it, he grazed it ever so slightly, sending a violent shudder through her body.

"Ahh, fuck!" Cammy cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily, chasing the sensation. Her back arched off the mattress, her nails digging into the sheets as pure ecstasy consumed her.

Greg smirked at the sight before him, pride swelling in his chest. She was breathtaking—writhing, moaning, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. And he wasn’t done. Not even close.

Keeping his fingers moving inside her, he lowered himself between her legs, replacing his thumb with his tongue.

The second his warm, wet tongue made contact with her swollen clit, Cammy nearly came undone.

"Oh, God... fuck, Greg!" she all but screamed, her voice raw with need.

His deep groan vibrated against her, only intensifying the pleasure. He flicked his tongue, teasing her mercilessly before sealing his lips around her, sucking just hard enough to make her toes curl.

Her right hand shot down, burying itself in his thick hair, gripping it as though she needed something—anything—to ground herself. The sight of him between her thighs, watching her with those dark, ravenous eyes as he devoured her, was enough to send her spiraling toward the edge.

His fingers worked her relentlessly, stretching, filling, caressing that one spot with perfect precision while his tongue danced against her clit, coaxing her closer, dragging her deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

He wanted her to break. To scream his name. To drown in the ecstasy only he could give her.

And by the way, she was trembling beneath him, he knew—she was already there.