Gwendolyn was not a selfish lover-- that was something she knew instantly about herself the moment she fell into bed with Cameron the night before. She loved seeing him lose himself. She loved hearing the formality of his words slip into something rough and hungry the more he needed her, the formal facade gone. She moaned in surprise as she felt something small bite against her clit-- his nail razing her. Already, she could feel herself growing wet for him as desire sparked down her body.<br/><br/>"I don't want it to be only for me," she murmured, "the nights belong to us."