|Theodore| Camilla kissed me back with equal ferocity, her hands tangling in my hair as she pressed her body against mine. The last shred of control I had snapped, and I lifted her off the floor, carrying her swiftly toward the bed. My heart pounded in my chest, and the primal need coursing through me was overwhelming. Every rational thought was lost in the haze of desire as Camilla’s hands roamed over my body, her nails digging into my skin. I pressed her down on the mattress, my lips trailing down her neck as I fought the last remnants of control. She gasped, arching into me, her breath hot against my ear. I could feel her pulse racing beneath her skin, the scent of her driving me closer to the edge. I hated her for so long. Our marriage had been nothing more than an arrangement. But