CELINE HERRERA POV

"Belshar," I managed as his fingers twined in my hair, and he tugged my head back for a better angle.

"I am going to fuck you until you cry love," he said darkly, and God help me, I wanted him to. He yanked me close, and despite my resolve to protest his touch, my hips bucked when his other hand trailed over my breasts, skating deliciously over my belly and down to my hips. Suddenly, all my clothes felt incredibly insubstantial against his questing fingers.

His mouth ...