Celeste woke up in the embrace of Zillon's scent. It had been calming, a great way to wake up until she remembered what he had done last night... The roughness that had been in his touch, the wild desire that had laid with potency in his eyes and the words he had spewed without caution to her. The memories came back to hit her like a brick, pushing away the calmness she once felt and replacing it with fear. Without even thinking about her actions, she jumped up on the bed, pulling the sheets over her even though she was already covered by clothes. Her eyes searched the room, finding Zillon at the very edge of the bed, staring at her with a gaze that reflected nothing but lamentation. His hands were in his lap, his eyebrows knitted in shame. "You have every right to be scared of me and I understand that what I did last night was wrong, but I swear to god that it was a mistake. I was in the gutter, my mind was in a haze...the only thing I coul

She turned her back to him, grasping the door knob, but unfortunately, she wasn't able to twist it...Zillon's hand wrapped around hers, stopping her every movement. "I get it, I've done you wrong so many times, but you don't have to believe me now, I'll give you the time you need. It took me this long to choose you, I don't care how long it'll take you to choose me, it won't even matter after you do. Dad's words paid off, you've been the strong one all this time, even when I pushed you away you refused to hide your feelings. You were in so much pain and you endured it for me, an ideal Luna, you care not just about yourself, but about others too. I thought about it last night, the moon goddess was never wrong, I was...for ignoring your pain, for being selfish, only you with a loving heart can lead this pack and teach me how to do it too."He let her hand loose and instead wrapped his arm around her waist. "I'll give you time, but I can't live without physical contact r

For the rest of the day, Zillon trotted behind Celeste like a dog. If she went outside he was there too and even when his father shunned him from beside her at the dinner table, he didn't move. It seems he really couldn't keep his hands to himself because in every step of the way, he was touching her. If he wasn't holding her hand, he was running his hand through her hair and if he wasn't doing that, his arm was possessively wrapped around her waist. When he went to take his shower, he had practically begged her to come with him —she didn't though— and now, he was laying atop of her, saying something about not wanting her anywhere out of his sight. Celeste sighed, hardly able to twist or even turn on the bed. "Can you please get off?" "So you can lock yourself in the bathroom for an hour again? No." "I'm not going to the bathroom, it's just that...that my bandages itc

Celeste swallowed thickly, shuffling uncomfortably on Zillon's lap. He was completely naked before her eyes and his bareness was doing just what it was suppose to; arouse her. "I-I've never done this before." "I know, Kitten..." "T-Then tell me, what should I do?" Zillon grabbed her hand, closing it around his hard member. "This." He slowly guided her hand down his thick length, groaning breathlessly as he did so. "F*ck..." He cursed, hooded eyes drifting over to her. "The very first strike of your hand and it feels so good, can you imagine if I was sheathed inside of you now? The pleasure I'd feel would be unimaginable..." He guided her hand back up, eyes still holding deep contact with Celeste who was shaking like a leaf in front of him. She was aroused too, he could smell the little slick she secluded, he could see it in her eyes and yet she was set on pleasing him instead of

His hips rotated, then he started thrusting into her hard and fast. Celeste whimpered, wetting her cheeks with tears. It felt good, too good... She felt as though the pleasure could kill her... She was overly sensitive, she just came and yet still Zillon wouldn't let up. He was being cruel, giving her too much of what she begged for... But could she complain...? Even though she was suffering because of her sensitivity, even though she was shaking like a leaf, she wouldn't exchange this for the world, she wanted him to slow down, but a part of her didn't... The roughness, the man handling...it was all worth it if this pleasure was what she'd gain... Hugging him tighter, Celeste gave up trying to run away because it's obvious that he wouldn't let her... He was too deep into his lust, he had succumbed to his desires and overall, she was happy that she was capable of making him lose control.