-CELINE POV-
I clung to him, my hands tangling in his hair, as if afraid he’d disappear flet go. He pulled back slightly, his breathing in ragged gasps.”
“I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. “But I didn’t want to push. I didn’t want to scare you away“.
“You didn’t” i murmured, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “But I was scared of myself. Of what I felt
He smiled, a sad, tender expression that made my heart ache. “We’re both scared,” he admitted. “But maybe…maybe it’s worth it.”
His words <b>were </b>like a spark, igniting a fire that had been smoking for far too long. I pressed myself against him, my body molding to his as if seeking to prase the distance between us.
He groaned, his hands siding down my <b>back</b>, pulling me closer still “Celine,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “I need you. Now.”
I nodded, unable to speak, my body already responding to his touch. He led me to the plush couch, the candles casting a warm, intimate glow around us.
As we sat, he gently pushed me back, his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
“So fucking beautiful
His hands moved to the hem of my dress, slowly pulling it up and revealing my bare legs. I shivered, both from the cool <b>air </b>and the expectation of what
was toe.
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a kissed his way down, his lips staying on my thighs<b>, </b><b>his </b>fingers teasing the <b>edge </b>of myce panties.
“<b>You’re </b>so wet,” he whispered, his fingers slipping inside, his touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “So ready for me.”
I moaned, arching my back <b>as </b>he began to move his fingers in slow, deliberate circles, his touch both gentle and firm.
“Hunter,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with need. “Please.”
He smiled against my skin, his lips brushing my ear as he leaned in. “Anything for you,” he promised, his fingers quickening their pace, driving me closer to the edge.
I was lost in a fog of sensation, my body trembling on the brink of release. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, my hands gripping the cushions beneath me. “Don’t stop, please.”
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through me. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured me, his fingers <b>pressing </b>deeper, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing it in fem, circr motions
The orgasm hit me a wave, crashing over me with a force that left me breathless. I cried out, my body convulsing as pleasure washed through me, my name a hoarse whisper on his lips..
As the tremors lessened, he gently pulled away, his eyes dark with desire. “Your turn,” I managed, my voice still shaky.
He hesitated, a hint of dy crossing his features. <b>Are </b>you <b>sure</b>?”
I nodded, reaching out to pull him closer. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
He kissed me then, a <b>deep</b>, <b>passionate </b>kiss that left me breathless. As our lips parted, he slowly began to undress, his movements deliberate, his ayes never leaving mine.
I <b>watched</b>, mesmerized, as he revealed his muscr frame, his skin glistening in the candlelight. “You’re breathtaking” I whispered, my fingers tracing the contours of his chest.
He smiled, a soft, tender expression that made my heart flutter, “You’re not so bad yourself,” he teased, his hands moving to the buttonrel my dress slowly undoing them, revealing myre–covered breasts.
He leaned in, his lips brushing the swell of my breast, his tongue teasing through thece, I moaned, arching into his touch, my hands tangling in his <b>hu </b>as he sucked gently, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin.
“Hunter” I <b>gasped</b>, my body aching for more. “Please take me, Now”
He looked up, his eyes burning with desire. “I will do anything for you,” he repeated, his voice <b>a </b>low growl,
He moved between my legs, his hands guiding me back onto the couch. Helt his dick pressing against me, and I reached down, my fingers wrapping around his length, guiding him to my entrance.
“Slow” I whispered, my eyes locked on his. “Take me slowly.”
He nodded, his breathing in short gasps as he entered me, inch by inch, his eyes never leaving mine. The feeling was overwhelming, his thickness filling me, stretching me most deliciously.
“You feel so good.” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. “So fucking good.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer and urging him to move. He began to thrust, slow and deliberate, his hips rocking against mine, his hands gripping my hips to steady himself.
“Harder,” I <b>demanded</b><b>, </b><b>my </b>voice a husky whisper. “<b>Faster</b>.”
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The sound of our bodies meeting, the scent of sweat and desire, the flickering candlelight–it allbined to create an atmosphere that was both raw
and intimate.
“Celine,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I gasped, my nails digging into <b>his </b>back as I felt the familiar coil of pleasure building within me. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop, Huntar.”
He thrust harder, faster, his body moving in <b>a </b>rhythm that was both rough and tender. I mat his movements, my body rising to meet his, our breaths mingling as we climbed higher and higher
And then, with a cry that was <b>equal </b>parts pleasure and release, we both fall over the edge, our bodies convulsing in unison as the orgasm ripped through
<b>US </b>
His name was a husky whisper on my lips as I clung to him, my body trembling, my heart pounding in my chest
Wey there afterward, bodies entangled, breathing slowly returning to normal. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his
heart
He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle, almost reverent.
“This changes everything.” he whispered into the darkness.
My heart fluttered with hope, with possibility–until he added, “And that’s the problem.”
froze, afraid to move, afraid to breathe. “What do you meant
Before he could answer, a mechanical hum filled the air, and the lights flickered back on. The <b>spell </b>was broken. Reality came <b>rushing </b><b>back</b>.
Hunter sat up slowly, already creating distance between us, “The power’s back, he said unnecessarily, reaching for his clothes
I pulled my dress back into ce, suddenly feeling exposed in ways that had nothing to do with my state of undress. “Hunter<b>, </b><b>what </b>did you mean by that<b>?</b>”
He finished buttoning his shirt, not meeting my eyes. “We should get back upstairs. Cansar will be waking up inan.?
“Don’t do that,” I said, grabbing his arm. “Don’t shut me out. Not after what just happened”
Finally, he looked at me, histe worried. “I don’t regret it, Celine. But I’m not… I can’t offer you what you deserve.”
<b>“</b>Shouldn’t I be the end to decide what I deserve?” I challenged.
He cupped my face with one hand, his thumb tracing my cheekbone. “I’m trying to protect you
“From what?” I whispered. “From yourself?”
“From all of it,” he replied cryptically. “My life, my past…it’splicated. And now with the press watching our every move…
I pulled away from his touch. “So that’s it? One moment of <b>passion </b>and then <b>back </b>to business <b>as </b>usual?”
Hunter ran a hand through his hair, looking more conflicted than I’d ever seen him. “I need time to think. To figure out what this means. What I can offer you without destroying everything.”
“And what about what I want?” <b>I </b>asked, my voice small.
His eyes softened.
“What do you want, Celine?”
The question hung between us, heavier than it should have been. What did I <b>want</b><b>? </b>Hunter? A future with him? Or was I just caught up in the moment, in the fantasy of what could never be?
Before I could answer, the cer door opened<b>, </b>and Baron appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Sir? Miss Brown? Are <b>you </b>down here? The systems showed the door was locked during the power outage.”
Hunter stepped away from me, his professional mask sliding back into ce. “We’re fine, Baron, Just got caught when the locks engaged.”
I smoothed my hair, hoping I didn’t look as thoroughly kissed as I felt. As we climbed the stairs, Hunter’s hand briefly touched the small off my back–a gesture so slight I might have imagined it.
“We’ll talkter,” he murmured, just for me to hear.
tast headed back to check on Caesar, I wondered if we would really talk, or if Hunter <b>would </b>find yet another way to put walls between us. One step forward, two steps back–the dance we’d been doing since the day we met.
But a
And I wasn’t sure how much longer my heart could <b>take </b>it.
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