Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

SERAPHINE

I watched the war play out across Felix’s face, the way his jaw tightened and loosened, the way his eyes searched mine for something he could hold onto, something that would make this decision easier. I reached up and touched his cheek, my fingers trailing down the side of his face, and I felt the slight tremor that ran through him at my touch.

“I am sorry,” I whispered. “I would not ask if there was any other way.

He closed his eyes. Took a breath. Let it out slow.

And then he nodded.

I did not give him time to change his mind. I sat up and reached for the hem of my dress, pulting it over my head in one smooth motion, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of fabric. I was not wearing a bra underneath, my breasts bare, my nipples already hard and sensitive from the drug coursing through my veins. I was standing before him in nothing but my panties, my skin flushed, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Seraphine, wait.” He caught my wrist, his grip gentle but firm. “This is not right. You are not in your right mind. I cannot take advantage of you like this.”

“You are not taking advantage of me.” I stepped closer, pressing my body against his, letting him feel the heat radiating off my skin. “I am asking you to save my life. That is all that matters right now. Please, Felix. Do not let me die.”

He stared at me, his chest rising and falling with the force of his breathing, his eyes filled with a hunger he had been carrying for years, a hunger he had never acted on because he knew I was out of his league, knew I would never look twice at a man who could not give me the life I deserved. But here I was, naked and desperate in front of him, offering him everything he had ever

I pulled him down and kissed him, my legs wrapping around his waist, my heels digging into the small of his back

He pushed inside me with one long, slow thrust, his cock filling me completely, stretching me in a way that made me gasp against his mouth. He was not as big as Sparrow, not as rough as the men I usually fucked, but there was something about the way he moved, the way he held himself, the way he looked at me like I was something precious, something he had been waiting his whole life to touch. It was almost enough to make me feel guilty for what I was about to do.

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