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Camery Valatieri - Camery snorted lightly, shifting to sit up and leaving him lying on the bed, though she remained very much straddling him. Her posture was confident, her tone firm as she crossed her arms, her expression set. "It wouldn’t matter," she huffed, her voice carrying the weight of centuries of conflict. "This war between us has been going on for centuries. It’s not just going to stop because someone loves me," she added with a sigh, her eyes hardening slightly. "He’d still be a Night Kingdom royal. I want nothing to do with them," she finished, her words resolute, her face stoic and unmoving. But that expression faltered when he mentioned her back. Her brows furrowed, and for a moment, she softened. "When I touch your back?" she asked, her voice suddenly low and full of playful curiosity, the shift in tone quick and unexpected. "You wouldn’t be in my bed if I had forgotten," she mused with a light smirk, the teasing edge to her words impossible to miss. Then, with a tilt of her head, she studied him with a thoughtful glance. "Why does it make you so..." she trailed off, her words hanging in the air as she waited for him to finish the thought, her curiosity piqued. |
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Camery Valatieri - Camery watched him for a moment, her gaze thoughtful, before she shrugged gently, her expression turning serious. "Their family still harmed us. Me, too," she murmured, her voice quiet but steady. "They’d probably think of us as the villains in this whole thing, too," she added with a soft shake of her head, her tone laced with frustration. "I’d just want to end their bloodline," she continued, her eyes darkening slightly. "From what I’ve heard, they’re not... the nicest to their kids. I’m not about to sit pretty while some Duncan guy beats our kids and runs my kingdom. That kind of shit is learned," she huffed, her brows drawn tightly together in quiet fury. "I won’t have it," she muttered, the words filled with quiet resolve. Her children, she thought, would be treated like they were: royalty. They sure as hell wouldn’t be beaten by their own father. But the tension in her expression eased as he spoke again, and her demeanor shifted. Her eyes sparkled with a playful gleam as she leaned in slightly, her tone shifting to something more teasing. "So... if I touch you like this, how would you feel?" she asked, her fingers trailing softly down his spine as he propped himself up, the light touch sending a shiver through the air between them. |
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Camery Valatieri - Camery watched him settle into her chest, a small, amused smile curving her lips as her hand slowly ran up his neck and into his hair, her nails gently grazing his scalp. She hummed softly, her voice playful as she looked down at him. "I can do what I want," she giggled, her words light and teasing, before pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "I'm a princess," she added with a soft chuckle. She pouted after a moment, sort of tilting her hips into him before wrapping her arms around his head and pulling him into her chest with a playful hum. "Well, as you put it earlier, you fucked my brains out. I can hardly walk, so that is a factor," she hummed to him. Her mind lingered on the whole Night Kingdom situation, and the weight of it pressed heavily on her chest. It was terrifying, the lengths they had gone to in their efforts to infiltrate, to gain information, to tear down everything she and her family had worked so hard to protect. The more she thought about it, the more the sense of betrayal and fear grew inside her. They hadn’t just threatened her kingdom—they’d tried to take it, to destroy the very heart of her family. There had been moments when it had seemed so close, when she felt their cold fingers creeping into her life, nearly tearing everything apart. Her stomach twisted at the thought of how many times they had nearly succeeded, and the thought lingered like a dark cloud over her mind. She clenched her fists, her jaw tightening as anger mixed with fear. How could they do this? How could they come so close to ripping apart everything she loved, everything that made her who she was? The deep, gnawing worry wouldn’t let go. The danger was real, and it was a constant, suffocating threat. |
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Camery Valatieri - The woman rolled her eyes at him, a soft hum slipping from her lips as if she were deep in thought. Her fingers danced along his biceps, nails teasing his muscles before she draped her hand around his arm, her touch light but deliberate. "Maybe I'm just mean, then," she purred, her tone dripping with flirtation. A playful glint sparkled in her eyes—she knew how to toy with him, and she was enjoying every moment of it. She could feel heat radiating off him into her own warmth, their bare bodies pressing against eachother, how her simple touch had effected him. Hell, even how his eyes were shining up at her, the rest of his face buried in her chest told her how much it effected him. She raised a brow at his comment... it was such a simple one, yet it still made her cheeks flush up and her body react for reasons she just didn't know. She eventually let out a soft sigh, her hips baring down on his firmly. "You'll be gentle, will you?" she asked innocently, leaning forward so his nose brushed softly against her chest before being burried in her. Her movements were fluid, practiced, as if she knew exactly how to stir him, every gesture designed to keep him on edge. |
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