Finally broke him

Celine's POV

I moved back on the bed as Dave dropped me onto it, my heart racing fast.

My hands were pressed up against his chest as he hovered over me.

Dave's eyes were furious, he looked scary and I knew not to mess with him now.

I tried to push against his chest, but his hand grabbed mine in a tight grip, hurting me. My heart skipped a beat in terror and I shut my eyes, waiting for the worst.

A hard flick on my forehead.

But nothing came. I slowly opened my eyes and stared at him.

For a second, I thought maybe he wasn't as angry as I believed he was. I opened my mouth to plead, but his lips crashed against mine, hard and insistent, stealing the breath right out of my lungs.

The kiss sent my muscles and brain into a seizure. I pushed back and fell onto the bed. Dave's arms caught my back, pulling me back to him.

For a moment, my hands instinctively rose, pressing against his chest. He broke the kiss and caught both my wrists in one hand, pulling them down and pinning them together between our bodies, trapping them against his chest.

"Dave, please..." I murmured against his lips.

He pulled back, his chest heaving, breath coming in short, ragged bursts.

A vein bulged at his temple, throbbing visibly with every pulse of rage.

My breath hitched, my wrists still held firmly in his grip. I could feel the steady, hard thud of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips.

"Do you understand what you did today?" His voice was full of anger.

I swallowed slowly, trying to catch my breath.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

He let go of my hands and I tried to move back, but he caught the back of my head, pulling me back again.

"Why did you meet up with him?" he asked, his gaze searching mine.

I pressed my lips together hard, afraid to tell him.

"You couldn't bear to leave him?" Dave's voice thundered now.

I gripped the duvet on the bed, trying to adjust my body position. Dave's hand tightened around my hips, pressing down, and I felt struck for a second.

"That's not it and you know it," I managed to let out.

Dave let out a sharp exhale, he seemed to be restraining himself now. When I saw that, I decided to seize the moment, and despite my body trembling, I made the move.

My hands trailed slowly to his ears, I caressed him with my fingers, breathing anxiously.

"But if you want to punish me, I accept," I said, my gaze falling to his lips.

I bit my lip in that moment, so hard that it turned red.

Dave's countenance shifted, his grip tightening again and loosening almost immediately. I felt him start to pull back, that familiar hesitation.

The restraint that made his body shake.

Not this time.

My fingers shot up instantly, grabbing the collar of his shirt, fisting the fabric to keep him from retreating. I yanked him closer and my lips crashed against his.

My lips moved with urgency against his, parting instinctively, wanting to claim him whole. I felt hungry and unrestrained. Dave responded instantly, a low sound catching in his throat as his hand came up to cradle the back of my head.

His fingers tangled into my hair, gripping just enough to angle me exactly how he wanted me. His other hand splayed against my lower back, pulling me flush against him.

I could feel the heat radiating off him, his breath having gone ragged, matching the frantic rhythm of my own pulse.

He took over the kiss completely, firmer and hungrier, like the restraint he had been clinging to had finally snapped. Our lips moved together in a push and pull, desperate and consuming.

I gasped softly against his lips as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss further. His tongue tangled with mine, swallowing the sound from me.

The kiss deepened, and something in me needed to be closer. I pushed myself up slightly, rising onto my knees, chasing the warmth radiating off him.

My chest brushed against his, and the second I felt his heart through the thin fabric between us, a shiver ran straight through me. I wanted to feel more of it, all of it. My hands slid from his collar to his shoulders, using the leverage to pull myself even closer, erasing whatever space was left.

Dave seemed to notice the shift immediately; his arm wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me steady as I pressed against him. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest against mine, his breathing quick and uneven, matching the frantic rhythm of my own heartbeat.

It wasn't enough anymore just to kiss him, I needed to feel him everywhere, needed his warmth grounding me, anchoring me to something real. So I leaned in further, closing every last inch of distance until there was nothing left between us but the heat and our heartbeats.

His lips left mine for just a moment, trailing along my jaw instead. I tilted my head back instinctively, giving him better access, my fingers curling into his shoulders as a quiet breath escaped me.

The moment his mouth met that sensitive spot just below my ear, a jolt, sharp and electric, shot straight down my spine like static crackling through my veins. My breath caught audibly, my fingers tightening in his shirt.

Every point of contact from his lips felt amplified, like my skin had become hypersensitive, alive in a way I hadn't expected.

Dave lingered there, trailing another slow kiss just beneath my neck. A slow, involuntary sound slipped from my lips and I didn't stop it. I wanted him to hear it, to know how he made me feel.

My hands crossed behind him, clutching him closer to my body. My lips caught his left ear and I gave a hard bite; I trailed my hand down to his chest, wanting to provoke him further.

The sharp knock on the door ruined the moment. Dave paused. His eyes slowly lifted to mine.