CHAPTER 39— DON'T LEAVE

Zillon woke up to Celeste wrapped securely in his arms. The shirt she wore smelled just like him, but how could it not?

It was his.

Last night after showering, he had forced her into wearing it and when she had finally thrown it over her head, pride had filled his chest to the very brim.

Beneath it, she wore nothing but a pink panty that he had watched her put on, her legs and a fair portion of her thighs on full display.

It was a tempting sight, but he had managed to push back the sensual thoughts and focus on the fact that she was already worn out. He had been rough, he had f*cked her like he had never f*cked anyone before.

He had gripped her with the aim of never letting go and his hips had worked like an oiled down engine. She had cried out, tried to get away, and yet still he had held her captive to the pleasure. 

During that very moment he felt as