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I swallow hard and use my tongue on him just the way he loves, my movements answering his questions. He groans, his pants driving me insane. “Touch yourself,” he demands. “Let me see your hands trail over your body, slowly. Use the tips of your fingers, Celeste. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you.”
I follow his orders as he pushes deeper into my throat, and Zane’s moans become a little more erratic when my fingers disappear between my legs. “Such a perfect pussy,” he whispers. The idea he’s watching me finger myself while he fucks my face drives me right to the edge. I just know that he can’t resist the image I’m presenting him with, and it makes me feel so powerful to know I can still do this to him.
My hips begin to move as I bring myself closer to an orgasm, all of my senses overstimulated. “Don’t come,” he warns, and I whimper as I try my hardest to obey. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now. You have no idea what you look like, do you? Fucking ethereal. You’re my every dream come true, Celestial.”
I can’t take it when he says things like that, and he knows it. I moan as my pussy begins to throb, and he increases his pace, fucking my mouth harder, making me take nearly all of him. I moan around him as I give in, wave after wave of pure pleasure rocking my body as I come.
Zane tuts and pulls away, and I whimper at the loss. “This cock is only for good girls, Celeste. I told you not to come, didn’t I?”
I sit up on my knees. “I couldn’t resist,” I tell him, my gaze roaming over his body hungrily. Some days, it’s hard to believe I get to call Zane Windsor my husband. He hardly looks real standing here in the moonlight, his muscles taut and his cock rock hard for me. He looks at me like I’m his whole world, and the butterflies in my stomach go wild. “I need you,” I whisper, my heart racing.
“You have me,” he replies, as he positions himself so he’s seated with his back against my headboard. “Come here, wife.”
I’m breathing hard as I climb on top of him, my pussy throbbing. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be stretched and filled quite as badly as I do in this moment. My eyes are on his as I grab his cock and line him up. Zane throws me a warning look when I sink down on him and moan loudly, his hand clamping around my mouth. “Be quiet for me, Goddess,” he orders, his free hand wrapping into my hair.
I roll my hips, and he bites down on his lip, the torment in his gaze driving me wild. There’s something so infinitely sexy about the way he silences me with his hand as I ride him, his eyes never leaving mine. I don’t recall the last time I felt thiswhole, thishappy, and I can’t get enough of this. The way he looks at me tells me he feels the same way.
ChapterSeventy-Six
Celeste
I stare at the pile of clothes in our walk-in wardrobe, my mood souring further as I pick up a long black dress that just doesn’t seem quite right. Each time Grandma Anne asks me to attend a Windsor event, I end up overthinking every single aspect, scared I’ll mess up somehow.
I’m especially anxious this time, because the party we were asked to attend tonight is Lexington’s. Out of all of Zane’s siblings, Sierra and he are the ones that hate me most. Ares, Luca, and Dion don’t seem to like me much, but every time I see them, they’re polite — not as warm and welcoming as they used to be, but they’re kind. Lex, on the other hand, seems convinced I’ll bring harm to his family. Even Sierra has warmed to me more than he has. The worst part is I can’t blame him for thinking it. All I can do is try to not make his impression of me worse.
“You can’t wear that.”
I whirl around and raise a hand to my chest in surprise at the sound of Raven’s voice, dropping the black dress I was holding in the process. Raven sighs as she walks in wearing a stunning deep red gown with intricate beading and lace — her signature craftsmanship obvious at a glance.
She holds up a garment bag and hands it to me. “I dress every member of our family at all of our events. That includes you too, Celeste.”
I take the bag from her with a heavy heart, regret rendering me speechless. There’s so much I need to say to her, but the words are lodged in my throat. “Thank you,” I whisper, my voice breaking.
She stares at me for a moment and sighs. “I see how hard you’re trying, Celeste… but if you truly want to make amends, just make him happy. Give Zane back the happiness you took away when you left.”
Hurt cuts through my chest, and I nod, my eyes filling with tears. “I want to.” The confession pains me for reasons she’ll never understand, but it’s true. The longer I’m married to Zane, the more I just want him to look at me without any trepidation, without that guard he always keeps up. I want the endless laughter, the playfulness, the intimacy. I fall asleep next to him every day, yet every morning I wake up missing him a little more, even when he’s right by my side.
Day by day, I’m doing exactly what Lily accuses me of in my nightmares — I’m forgetting her and moving on with Zane. Each time I’m reminded of that fact, it takes away every bit of happiness I’ve allowed myself to feel, every new memory we’ve created instantly becoming tainted.
Raven runs a hand through her long sleek hair, her expression betraying the conflict she feels. “He loves you, you know? I don’t think he ever stopped.”
I stare at her in disbelief, and she smiles at me, her gaze filled with so much hope. She turns to walk away, only to pause in the doorway and throw me a reassuring look before she walks out.
Love. We’re so far from it. I know what it’s like to be truly loved by Zane Windsor, to be the center of his universe. Nothing compares to it. Zane doesn’t love me, not the way he once did.
My heart aches as I carefully unwrap the dress Raven left me. It’s the same color as hers, but it’s a different model. I can just see tomorrow’s headlines already, showcasing her new collection on the Windsor girls. My nerves are drowned out by the weight of my regret as I get dressed, handling my beautiful gown with care. The very least I can do is represent Raven the way she wants me to — gracefully and respectfully.
I remember when Raven’s couture brand was nothing more than an idea, a pipe dream, and now I’m standing in front of the mirror in one of her priceless dresses. It feels bittersweet to be so proud of someone I don’t really know anymore, not the way I used to.
“Ready?”
I turn around, and Zane’s eyes widen. “Fuck,” he whispers, mussing up his hair as his gaze roams over my body. He takes a hesitant step toward me, and I meet him halfway, my heart racing as Raven’s words echo through my mind. I know it isn’t love, but when he looks at me like he wants me more than anything, it feels like it could be.
Zane takes a deep breath and gently trails over the curls that frame my face. “My wife is so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, and I smile up at him when his eyes widen just a fraction, like he hadn’t meant to let the thought slip.
He clears his throat and releases my hair. “We should go. There’s a limousine waiting for us.” His expression shutters closed, and loss washes over me. These glimpses he gives me are addictive, and with each day that passes, I find myself getting a little more greedy.
Zane sits opposite me on the way to the venue, and every few seconds, he glances at me, almost like he can’t help himself. I smile, some of my unease settling. There’s something so soothing about having his attention — it drives the butterflies in my stomach wild. “You look like a fucking goddess,” he says eventually, sounding tormented.
