60. The source of her pain

Lor

Her unconscious body is in my arms and I race back to my chambers at the crack of dawn. The thrall of the full moon has finally broken but the memory of the night remains with me.

It is hard to believe I lost control with her but as my hands shake around her still form, the truth cannot be suppressed.

The last few hours are a haze of never ending lust, uncontrollably and overwhelmingly intense. I can’t come to terms with the knowledge that I hurt her, physically and emotionally. I put my pleasure first and I used her body and fucked her like the beast people call me and yet she took it. Never once did she hesitate and never once did she pull away from my touch. She should have, she should have fought me to the end, protected herself from me.

“Celine!” I yell but she is so heart-stoppingly still.

I’m gutted by fear so potent it threatens to bring me to my knees. No, I can’t have done this to her. I can’t have hurt her.

I’m shaking as I crash into my chambers and lay her down o