Celeste P.O.V.
I went upstairs to take a cold shower. Our make-out sessions had been getting out of control. I knew who was to blame too. I don’t know what would come over me. I wish I could even blame Kara, but while she encouraged me, she let me take full control of the situation. I didn’t know what I was doing, but every time Markus touched me, my body would have a mind of its own. I would feel my back arch to press my breasts to him as if of its own volition and when that got the desired response out of Markus, would go on to the next. I felt bad for Markus, he had more restrain than I did even though I was the one that wasn’t ready to push past those last steps of the mate bond. I felt like I was torturing him. I knew he needed release, but I was never able to provide it.
He loves
