"No, no, please." Celeste's words were no more than a whisper, more breath than words. She could almost feel his golden skin under her pink lips as they moved to utter those feverish words into his skin.
Zelian stilled under her touch, hands falling from her waist for a moment but before Celeste could plead again, they were back on her body, loosely circling over her lithe waist.
Celeste doesn't want this to end. She doesn't want to go back to see and feel the scorching heat of the Queen's wrath. The only thing she wanted now was to be held by him. Held by this unknown person, unknown energy that was oozing out of every pore of his skin and piercing through hers in a way that offered her heaven.
