~Annalyn POV~
Celix's lips trembled against mine, at first, he did not move, frozen like a man standing at the edge of a cliff. Then his hand slowly pressed against my waist, warm, and firm, His breath escaped harshly, brushing against my cheek.
I kissed him harder, it was not gentle, it was fire pressed to fire and my own bitterness, my wounded pride, my desire for rebellion all poured into that kiss.
"Annalyn…" His voice broke against my lips, low, hoarse. "You're… drunk on anger."
"Then let me drink more," I whispered my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
Celix's eyes searched mine, his pupils burning with conflict. "You're serious? You want me to… give you this as a gift?"
I nodded, breathless. "Yes, give me your cock, only that today."
