Jace
“Please,” Celeste breathed, reaching for me one more time.
“Celeste,” I murmured as her hands roamed all over me. “You asked for this.”
In a flash, our lips met, hunger igniting between us. My hand slid around her neck as I deepened the kiss—fast, rough, and intoxicatingly sweet.
“Mmm,” she moaned, but the sound was swallowed by me.
My hand trailed down her body, gripping her firmly, rough and possessive. So soft, I thought, my breath catching.
When we finally broke the kiss, I met her gaze, her eyes dark with lust and wild desire. I’d never seen her like this, not even the first time we f****d.
“I want more,” she whispered, her body trembling. “Please f**k me hard.”
Her voice carried a raw, desperate need that caught me off guard. I never imagined her being this bold and fear
