Chapter 163: Your Reward
Then, without warning, he thrust into her in one swift, claiming motion. Lucy cried out a sound of startled pleasure, of surrender.
He moved fast, hard, with the kind of urgency that came from something deeper than lust—like he was trying to silence all the chaos in both their lives, even for a moment. The couch creaked beneath them, and the storm outside raged louder, but inside, there was only the sound of their bodies colliding, their breath, their shared heat.
It wasn’t pretty or poetic. It was raw. It was necessary.
Their bodies met with a fury neither tried to explain. He turns her over with her facing him now, and regains his pace, his hand slightly tightened around her neck, not enough to choke her. It wasn’t love, not even comfort—just two people clinging to heat while the cold world outside tried to consume them. The kiss was bruising, desperate. Hands gripped. Breath caught. The sounds they made ragged gasps, murmured names, mingled with the storm beating against the glass.
It was fast and slow, rough and tender, an act tangled with everything they were running from. When it was over, they lay side by side, breathing hard, the silence settling thick between them.
Lucy turned her head toward him. "Did I make you happy? Celeb. Was that good enough?"
He didn’t look at her. Just stared up at the ceiling, lips still parted from exertion.
"Maybe, for now," he said. But something in his voice sounded off, too smooth, too detached.
The air was still thick between them, their bodies slick with sweat and the echoes of release. Lucy’s chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath, still draped over the couch, limbs loose and glowing. She was starting to drift into that hazy space, where tension dissolves and time feels suspended—when she heard Celeb chuckle behind her.
He reached for his phone on the table and tapped the screen, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Watch this," he murmured, eyes locked on her as he hit dial and set the phone on speaker.