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Celeste

“What are you staring at?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“You,” he said, a slow, wicked smirk spreading across his face. “Wondering what you’d do if I kissed you right now.”

My lips parted in disbelief, but I couldn’t make myself move. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

My body betrayed me completely. My heart raced, heat bloomed across my skin, and deep inside, I ached—wet, pulsing, and desperate to be filled.

I clenched my fists, trying to contain the storm he was stirring inside me.

His gaze never wavered, burning through me with an intensity that made breathing hard.

My pulse throbbed in my throat, and my nipples stiffened beneath my shirt. I wanted this, wanted him, even though I knew I shouldn’t.

He stepped closer. Instinctively, I backed away until my shoulders met the wall.

“Your lips,” he murmured, tracing them with a fingertip.

His touch sent sparks dancing across my skin. My breath caught. My body leaned into him, craving more, as his finger dragged slowly across my mouth.

“I know you want this too,” he whispered, brushing my lips with his tongue. “I see it in your eyes… in how your body reacts when I’m near.”

I bit down on my lip to keep from making any sound.

“You’re playing with fire,” he said, voice low and dangerous, his fingers skimming my throat. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

He cupped my breasts, gently at first, then with growing hunger, sending warmth spiraling through me.

His touch sparked something wild. I gasped as he pinched my nipples, feeling pleasure shooting through me.

“Please,” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I was asking him to stop or keep going.

In one swift motion, he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head. Then he buried his face in my neck, kissing and teasing the sensitive skin until soft moans spilled from my lips.

“Jace,” I breathed.

“You want me just as much as I want you,” he growled. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I... I can’t...”

“You’re soaked for me,” he buzzed as his hand moved lower, circling my entrance slowly.

His fingers teased and explored, coaxing shivers from deep within me. Heat built between us, and I could feel my pulse quicken with every touch.

“Stop teasing me… please.”

“Tell me you want this,” he groaned, his husky voice sending more sensation through my veins. “Tell me you want me.”

“Please….”

“Say it.”

“I want you,” I whispered. “I want this.”

He slid a finger inside me, drawing a helpless moan from my lips. My body arched into his hand, unable to resist the sensation.

His movements were purposeful and unrelenting. Every curl of his finger sent new waves crashing through me.

“Yes… right there,” I moaned as he quickened his pace. “More.”

One cry after another tumbled out of me as he made a mess of me.

“I’m cumming—Jace—I’m cumming!”

Just when I was about to cum, he withdrew his finger.

“You won’t cum until I say so,” he said, scooping me up and carrying me to the bed.

My back sank into the soft bed as Jace loomed over me, his gaze dark and vivid, locking me in place without a single touch.

“Spread your legs.”

“Like this?” I asked breathlessly, parting my legs slowly, exposing myself to him. A soft moan escaped my lips as his intense, unblinking eyes devoured me like a hawk.

“Yes, just like that.”

“Ah,” I moaned as his tongue found me, hot and relentless. He licked deep, and I arched my back, trembling as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

His grip on my thighs tightened, anchoring me to him.

“Faster,” I gasped.

He obeyed, sucking harder, pulling me closer to the edge. My fingers tangled in his hair, my vision blurring as the pressure built higher, hotter, and wilder.

Each stroke pushed me closer. My breath came in ragged gasps. Just as I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pushed me over the edge, and I exploded in ecstasy.

He licked me clean, slowly and indulgently, savoring every drop.

“That felt so good,” I moaned breathlessly. Jace rose to his feet, his eyes dark with lust and unspoken hunger.

My gaze followed him shamelessly as he began to undress, piece by piece. When he stood bare before me, I gasped—he was massive, and every inch of him was perfection.

“You like what you see?” he murmured, his voice velvet and fiery, as his hand wrapped slowly around his length. I couldn’t look away—his movements were hypnotic and confident.

I nodded. “I love what I see.”

“Good girl.” He guided my leg upward and teased my entrance with the thick head of his cock.

“Oh—Jace—” I gasped, the stretch of him stealing the breath from my lungs.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “Breathe, baby… let me in.”

He paused to let me adjust, then slid deeper until he was fully inside me.

“Move,” I whispered.

And he did. With brutal grace, he began to thrust—hard, deep, and relentless.

He flipped me onto all fours, pounding into me until he climaxed, spilling his release deep inside.

But before I could catch my breath, he lined himself up again.

Just as he was about to enter me—

I jolted upright in bed, my heart racing, and I was drenched in sweat. My sheets clung to me, sticky and tangled.

“Oh my God,” I breathed out, my hand flying to my face. “Did I just dream about my stepbrother?”

What the hell was wrong with me?

He was my stepbrother - someone I absolutely should not be having these kinds of thoughts about.

And yet, it had felt so real. His touch, his voice, and the way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only thing he wanted.

I thought about yesterday, how his eyes had lingered, how close he’d stood when he said no one would save me. Did that mean something? Or was my brain just latching onto something it shouldn’t?

This was madness. I’d been here less than a day, and already I was fantasizing about someone I was supposed to see as family. Worse, someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with me.

But if that was true… why did he keep looking at me like that?

I climbed out of bed, my legs trembling. I needed to change these sheets. I needed a cold shower. Anything to get that dream out of my head.

But I already knew it wouldn’t work. Not when I had to live in the same house as him. Not when I’d have to see that face, those eyes, that mouth every single day.

I started stripping the bed, trying not to think about how real it had felt, how much I’d wanted it to continue. Once the sheets were changed, I undressed to take a shower.

But just when I was already naked, my door suddenly burst open without any warning.

I froze.

There he was.

Jace

His eyes locked onto mine, then swept down my naked body. I was damp, trembling, and bare.

“Well,” he said with the same smirk from my dream, “this is interesting.”