(Warning: Mature Content Ahead.)
Celeste's POV
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I couldn't remember the last time I was kissed this way. The last time I was touched and claimed like I actually meant something to someone. To my partner.
Before Luther broke up with me, intimacy in our relationship had taken a nosedive to celibacy county. He barely even held me in public some days, let alone make out time for sex.
It made me feel withdrawn and shy around the topic. I should've taken that as a clear sign he was cheating—but enough of how I'd wasted a year on a man.
Let's talk about all the things his brother was making me feel.
Without letting go of my legs, Silas pulled away from our kiss. He smirked, pressing a soft kiss on my neck, dangerously close to my right ear.
A moan tore out of me, feral and needy. I flung my head back, giving him easier access to my neck. He nibbled, sucked—all while his fingers caressed my upper thighs, almost ripping my jeans off me.
