"And I want it. Didn't you say I can touch you anyhow? Let me touch."
Looking at the fierce yet blushing expression on her face, he wanted to sigh. What kind of alcohol did she drink tonight that was causing this?
"Babe~, let's do it. You know you want to," Celeste murmured as she ground herself into him. As Richard held her hips, she took off her jacket before leaning down to kiss him.
"Celeste, stop."
"Why? You don't want me?" She gave him a teasing smile.
"You know that's not true but you're drunk and acting very rash. Come and go to sleep."
"Richard Carrington," Celeste called his name in a serious tone, her hand caressing his face before wrapping her hands around his throat.
"Celeste Giselle."
"Are you taking me to bed or am I finding somebody else to keep me company tonight?"
Sigh.
"Cellie?"
"What?"
"Forgive me."
"Wha-?"
