My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 56: Divine and Soul-level

The two became completely absorbed in each other’s kisses, their minds, hearts, bodies, and souls perfectly aligned with their shared desires and passion. They longed to rediscover the connection they once had—or to determine if it had been real and genuine, rather than just a fleeting moment of lust fueled by a drunken night.

Greg’s arms tightened around Cammy’s waist as he gently lifted her onto the dining table. She didn’t resist, instead shifting back slightly until she found a comfortable position.

Her hands traced over the fabric of his shirt, hesitating at its hem before summoning the courage to lift it. But as she began to pull it up, Greg’s hands stopped her. Breaking their kiss, he pulled away, and she opened her eyes, meeting his dreamy blue gaze, silently waiting for the words he was about to say.

"Cammy, I want this—more than anything—but I need you to be certain it’s what you want too," Greg said softly. "I can’t handle waking up and finding you gone again."

Cammy let out a quiet laugh. "Greg, you’re in my apartment. Where could I possibly run?" she teased.

Greg’s grip on her arms firmed slightly as his expression turned serious. He locked eyes with her. "Cammy, I mean it. If we do this, you’re mine. No more running."

"What if we do this, and I don’t feel the connection you’re talking about?" she asked with voice full of worry. "What if that night was just... alcohol and lust clouding our judgment?"

"You’ll feel it," Greg replied with quiet confidence. "I believe in us. I know it wasn’t just a one-time thing."

Cammy sighed deeply, searching his gaze. "How can you be so sure?"

Greg leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Because I feel it every single day. You’re always on my mind, no matter what I’m doing or what time it is. My heart aches when I’m not with you, and when I am, every part of me longs to be closer to you.

I can’t get enough of you—it’s almost too much to bear. It feels like something inside me is about to burst. I can’t put it into words, and I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. You’re what my entire being craves."

Cammy felt a wave of emotions crash over her. She knew exactly what Greg meant because she felt it too. The only difference was that she had been suppressing those feelings, too afraid to let them surface.

Like Greg, she had never experienced anything this intense before. Even though she had loved Duncan deeply in the past, it didn’t come close to the overwhelming emotions she felt for Greg now. This connection felt divine, almost as if it resonated on a soul-deep level.

Something within her consciousness whispered that this was right—that being with Greg was the right choice. Yet, an undeniable fear still lingered, casting a shadow over the decision she was about to make.

"Let’s do this," Cammy finally said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "Let’s see what’s on the other side for both of us. At least if we take this step, there won’t be any regrets, no matter how it turns out, right?"

"Yes, I’m sure we won’t regret this," Greg said with quiet conviction. "Because, in the end, we’ll choose each other." He pulled off his shirt and leaned in, capturing Cammy’s lips in another passionate kiss.

Her hands explored the contours of his sculpted chest and arms, her touch fueled not just by desire but by a deep sense of safety and connection. She felt the strength he carried, both physically and in the way he could protect and support her in life.

Greg wasn’t idle either. With practiced ease, he unhooked her bra beneath her shirt, his movements confident yet tender. His left hand trailed along her back, caressing her smooth skin, while his right hand ventured forward, cupping her mound before teasing her sensitive nipple with deliberate care.

She moaned softly against his lips as his hands firmly squeezed her breasts, the initial sting of pressure quickly melting into waves of pleasure when his fingers began to roll and pinch her sensitive peaks. With a single, fluid motion, Greg removed her top entirely, leaving her exposed to his touch.

His lips trailed along her jawline, moving slowly toward her ear. "I want to protect you, Cammy. Please let me..." he murmured his voice husky, before licking the delicate curve of her ear and gently sucking her earlobe, sending shivers racing down her spine.

"Ah... Greg..." was all Cammy could manage, her breath hitching as his mouth moved to her neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses, while his hands continued to massage and worship her breasts.

Her hands found their way to the waistband of his sweatpants, deftly untying the drawstrings that held them in place. With a deliberate motion, she tugged them down just enough to free the beast inside from its confinement.

She wasn’t surprised to find him already hard and eager; she had noticed the evidence of his arousal right after his shower in the penthouse. What did surprise her, however, was how he had managed to restrain himself for so long.

"Oh, Cammy... I want you so much," Greg breathed, his voice thick with desire, as she wrapped her hand around his length.

"And I want you too, Greg," she admitted, her voice soft but firm, no longer able to suppress her feelings. Gently, she pushed him back just enough to create space, then lowered herself to her knees. With careful hands, she removed the rest of his clothing, baring him completely before her.

Greg eagerly obliged, his breathing quick and shallow as anticipation and arousal coursed through him. Despite the surge of excitement, he reminded himself to stay composed, determined to savor every moment.

Cammy’s gaze lingered on the rigid length before her, standing tall and pulsing with intensity. She wrapped both hands around it, stroking slowly, her delicate touch sending shivers through Greg’s body. Her eyes flickered up to meet his, and a soft smile graced her lips before she leaned forward.

She let her tongue glide teasingly over the tip before taking him into her mouth, inch by inch, drawing a sharp gasp from Greg as his head tilted back in ecstasy.

His hands instinctively found their way to her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Oh, FUCK!" he groaned, his voice heavy with pleasure, as soft, uncontrollable moans spilled from his lips.

Many women had done this for him before, but the sensation and pleasure Cammy was giving him now were unmatched. No one compared to her—no one even came close.

He could feel every movement of her mouth, tongue, and hands, each stroke intensifying his desire in a way only Cammy could. Her soft, warm tongue swirled around his cock, licking it with the deliberate care of savoring a melting ice cream, sending him soaring into pure bliss.

"Ah, Cammy... that feels so fucking good!" Greg groaned, his voice solid with pleasure as he looked down, mesmerized by her dedication and skill.

Her lips curled into a subtle smile at his praise, spurring her to move faster, her hands and mouth working together in perfect rhythm. She felt his grip on her hair tighten, his other hand joining to hold her firmly in place.

"FUCK, CAMMY, FUCK!" Greg growled, his voice trembling with intensity. The sensations she was giving him were overwhelming, and he could feel himself teetering on the edge, knowing he’d lose control if he didn’t stop her soon.