CELESTE
“Knox…” I whispered, my fingers threading into his hair. “It’s okay. I—”
He crushed his mouth to mine, silencing the rest of my sentence. His kiss was almost angry, as if he were punishing himself for wanting something he believed he shouldn’t take.
I pressed myself closer, wanting to leave some imprint of me on him, something he could carry with him when the world tried to take me away. My hands didn’t stop touching him. They trailed from his shoulders to his neck, and the faint scars along his back I hadn’t noticed before. He trembled under my fingertips. His breathing hitched. He kissed me like he needed me to breathe.
We somehow made it to his bed, where we ripped off each other’s clothes in haste. I wanted, no, needed him. His mouth trailed down to my breasts, where he beg
