[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]
And the other women?
They had either been too aggressive—seasoned players who tried to dominate him, which left him disinterested—
Or they had been too submissive, allowing him to lead completely, offering no real challenge—which left him bored.
But Celeste?
Celeste was something else entirely.
The moment their lips met, he knew—this was different.
There was no hesitation, no shy retreat, no passive acceptance.
She wasn't submitting. She wasn't challenging. She was meeting him. Matching him.
Every movement, every shift of her lips, every press of her body against his—it was perfectly in sync, like they had done this a thousand times before.
She kissed him back with equal intensity, equal hunger, equal fire.
It was addictive.
It was thrilling.
For the first time in his life, Alexander felt like he wasn't just taking—he was being taken.
