Celeste's heart battered against her chest as he stripped her of her jeans pants, leaving her vulnerable to the cold air that passed through and vulnerable to his eyes.
She was now in nothing but a red panty that barely did nothing to hide what it was suppose to. In a situation like this, was it wrong of her to feel exploited or rather invaded?
This was purely against her will, he was touching her without the care of her consent, totally different from the first time he had mated her.
That time, he had asked her if she was sure about doing it, and had even asked if she was ready. His touch had been gentle back then too, soothing to her skin, but this...it was nothing like it.
His hands were rough where they touched her, his lips were harsh too, everywhere they so much as glimpsed, his
