~Celeste's POV~
I had no clue what I was doing, but I knew I wanted him and nothing else. I wasn't usually this daring, but the fruity wine made me bold, and his touch just made me want him more.
I watched as he silently waved his hand, watching as the servants hesitantly made their way out of the room. My heart started racing, and I almost sobered up, but the wine washed over me in pleasant waves, sending me back down into an uncaring haze. While on his lap, our faces were level to each other. I looked at him, his face taute, as if he was holding back, a dam about to burst. He looked back at me, a blue fire in his eyes.
"You will be my undoing," he whispered, his tone deep, his words husky and filled with lust.
"Mmm, if that means undoing your robes, sure," I giggled, leaning in clos
