August Point of View
As I stepped beyond the doors of my chamber, the weight of my guilt followed me like a shadow that would not release its hold.
Each step I took felt heavier than the last.
I did not wish to continue this falsehood.
Not with her.
Not with Celeste.
Never had I known a love so immediate, so consuming, that it eclipsed all that had come before it.
More than any woman I had taken to my side.
More than the bond I bore even to my own blood.
She was—
Perfect.
For me.
The memory of her lingered still upon my skin… the way she had fit within my arms as though she had always belonged there. The bond that stirred with the slightest touch, the fire she awakened within me that shattered what little restraint I had clung to.
I had lost myself in her.
Willingly.
Complet
