Chapter 30 Tell Me To Stop, Celeste
\-Celeste-
I waited for Lucien for as long as I could. It was past 12.am and there wasn’t a sight of him. I couldn’t bring myself to fall asleep, especially not after the things I had said.
Every time, I reminded myself that I was the only one who had experienced this rebirth, but then I’d catch myself slipping, blaming him for our marriage.
The truth was, I was upset, impulsive and past reasoning, yesterday. But I didn’t want an annulment.
Especially not when I was suddenly starting to care.
At that moment, I heard the door open, and seconds later, Lucien walked in. I rose from the couch I had laid, staring at the ceiling.
I met his gaze, distant and unreadable.
Why wasn’t he saying anything? My mind reeled.
But then, I took a step toward him, heart pounding in my chest like a drum. There was something about him just standing there, staring. Even without a single word, he seemed...different.
My chest tightened as I reached him, hands trembling by my side. For a second, we remained in our positions, searching each other’s eyes as if the truth sat in them.
Finally, I spoke up first. “I don’t want to annul this marriage.”
My pulse tinged in my ears after that, but it didn’t matter because he wasn’t saying anything.
When he finally did, his words were simple. “Me too.”
The world blurred after that because he reached for my cheeks, cupping them and pulling me close till there was nothing between us.
His lips found mine, but it was different, calmer, like they were filled with words he couldn’t dare say.
I didn’t pull back, even though my mind screamed at me to demand an explanation.
Now wasn’t the time. I told myself.
One minute, I was up against the wall, and the next, my back was against the couch. He stood over me, heart racing, eyes wandering in contemplation.
Why was he stopping? My mind reeled, but I didn't wait for an answer.
There were no words when I grabbed his shirt, pulling him close as I hastily undid the buttons.
The second my hand touched his chest, his scent surrounded me, warm and smoldering. Filling my head until breathing almost felt useless. Still, it wasn’t enough.
My fingers traced down his rock hard body, brushing his belt till it landed on the floor with a soft thud.
I barely had the time to think before he drew in closer to my ears. “Tell me to stop, Celeste.” He murmured, even though his voice said otherwise.
“Don’t stop.” I breathed.
It was all the permission he needed. He closed in, lips slamming harder into mine. Our tongues met, hot and demanding.
His breath brushed my neck before I even realized he had moved. The first kiss landed just below my ears like a tease, but it sent shivers through me. My fingers crawled against his back, lips begging him not to stop.
When he pulled back, his hand tugged at my night robe, revealing the skimpy piece of clothing I had underneath. In one motion, he pulled them down my shoulders, and the next, they sank to the floor.
My chest heaved breathlessly, nipples erect as he took in my naked frame, eyes lingering longer than they should have.
He leaned in once again, trailing wet kisses down my neck until his body towered over mine, “You’re going to drive me insane, Celeste,” he whispered against my warm skin, “What have you done to me?”
I should have been the one asking that question. I craved him more than I should have.
I laid back, whispering. “Nothing. Nothing, Lucien.”
I barely took a breath before his hand and mouth reached my breasts, squeezing, nipping, rough—gentle—until I let out a small cry.
I bit my lips to stifle them, but when his kisses resumed—I couldn’t stop—they continued down my stomach, sending sensations to my core.
Heat rushed through me, sharp and sudden. And for a moment, I couldn’t think straight.
His hands caressed my body, waist, thigh, until there was nowhere untouched. In a blink, he spread my legs wider till his form fit perfectly between them.
“Fuck, you smell good.” He murmured, fingers running up and down my inner thigh, slow and deliberate.
Suddenly, he buried his head between my legs. A kiss. Then tongue. Up. Down.
Another kiss.
Lips sucking harshly, hands squeezing my breasts. I reached for him, fingers running through his dark hair. He continued, inserting two digits in my hole.
Fuck!
In. Out. In. Out.
I let out a whimper as pleasure shot through me like lighting.
This wasn’t how I imagined the day would end? Why—how were we even in this position?
Then he began to stroke, dragging two fingers down my entire core.
“You’re soaking wet for me, I like that,” he whispered in a sinful timbre.
“Lucien, this feels so good.” I cried out, pulling his hair. There was nothing stopping me from ripping some out.
And then, he pulled apart my swollen lips, doing circles around the core, slowly at first, then faster till I felt like I’d explode.
As if the world had suddenly reached a crescendo.
“I think I’m going to—” I breathed.
But his mouth crushed against mine before I could finish. Our bodies moved together, all skin, breath and want.
Then I felt his hard length against my stomach, and I wanted him inside me.
My hands reached for his briefs, tugging till he pulled it out himself.
Funny how his length still seemed to amaze me even if it wasn’t the first time I had seen it.
I grabbed it before I could stop myself. “I want you to feel you.”
A smirk played on his lips as he muttered. “Your wish is my command.”
And with that, he pulled himself inside me. I moaned in pleasure as he thrust, deep, sharp, devouring.
I grabbed the armrest above my head, biting my lips to keep the sound from slipping out as a wave of heat rolled through me. This was too much, yet not enough.
But for now, I’d enjoy it and maybe regret it, later.