Bound by law

Chapter 65: Claiming What's Hers

Celeste's grip on Estelle was firm as she pushed her toward the bedroom, her touch possessive and unyielding. Estelle's heart pounded in her chest, each step she took sending shivers through her body. There was no denying the raw, electric tension between them, and Estelle found herself trembling—not with fear, but with anticipation.

The moment they entered the bedroom, Celeste wasted no time. She backed Estelle up against the wall, pinning her there with her body, her hands pressed flat against the wall on either side of Estelle's head, trapping her in place. Celeste's gaze was dark, smoldering with an intensity that made Estelle's knees weak.

"Do you have any idea what you did to me tonight?" Celeste growled, her voice low and dangerous. "Watching someone else put their hands on you... watching them touch what's mine?"

Estelle swallowed hard, her body heating under Celeste's gaze. "I didn't want her to—"

Celeste cut her off, her lips crashing against Estelle's in a heated kiss that silenced any protest. The kiss was fierce, possessive, claiming Estelle in a way that made her head spin. Estelle responded instinctively, her hands grabbing onto Celeste's shoulders as she kissed her back, her body melting into the intensity of the moment.

When Celeste finally pulled back, her breath hot against Estelle's lips, her eyes were blazing. "I don't care if you didn't want her to touch you," Celeste murmured, her voice a low growl. "The fact that it even happened... the fact that she thought she could... it makes me want to remind you exactly who you belong to."

Estelle's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding so loudly she could hear it in her ears. "I'm yours, Celeste," she whispered, her voice trembling with both desire and submission.

Celeste's lips curved into a dark, possessive smile, her fingers brushing lightly over Estelle's cheek. "Say it again."

"I'm yours," Estelle repeated, her voice firmer this time, her body trembling with need.

Celeste's eyes darkened even more at the words, and without another word, she pulled Estelle away from the wall and toward the bed. She pushed her down gently but firmly, her gaze never leaving Estelle's as she stood above her, her posture commanding.

"You're mine," Celeste murmured, her voice soft but filled with authority as she reached for the hem of Estelle's shirt. "And tonight, I'm going to make sure you remember that."

Estelle's breath hitched as Celeste slowly peeled the shirt off her body, leaving her bare beneath the dim lights of the bedroom. She could feel Celeste's eyes on her, taking in every inch of her exposed skin, and the weight of that gaze made her body hum with anticipation.

Celeste climbed onto the bed, her movements slow and deliberate as she hovered over Estelle, her hands resting on either side of her head as she leaned down to capture her lips in another fierce kiss. Estelle moaned into the kiss, her body arching up toward Celeste's as their lips moved together, the heat between them intensifying with every second.

Celeste's hands roamed over Estelle's body, her touch both gentle and possessive as she explored every curve, every inch of skin. Estelle's breath came in short gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. She could feel the weight of Celeste's dominance, the way she claimed her with every touch, every kiss, every whispered word.

"You're not going to forget this, Estelle," Celeste murmured against her lips, her voice filled with a dark promise. "You're not going to forget who you belong to."

Estelle moaned softly, her hands tangling in Celeste's hair as she pulled her closer, her body aching for more. "I'm not going to forget," she whispered, her voice breathless with need.

Celeste's lips curved into a satisfied smile as she kissed Estelle again, her hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her closer as their bodies pressed together. The heat between them was overwhelming, consuming, and Estelle felt herself being swept away by it, lost in the intensity of Celeste's possessive touch.

Time seemed to blur as Celeste continued to claim her, her hands and lips leaving no part of Estelle untouched. The raw, electric tension between them only grew stronger, and Estelle could feel herself teetering on the edge, her body trembling with anticipation, with need.

And then, just as the intensity reached its peak, Celeste pulled back slightly, her eyes dark and filled with desire as she looked down at Estelle. "You're mine," she said again, her voice low and commanding. "And I'm never letting anyone else touch you. Ever."

Estelle nodded, her heart racing as she looked up at Celeste, her body still trembling. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice filled with both submission and desire.

Celeste's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and she leaned down to press a soft, possessive kiss to Estelle's lips. "Good."

For the rest of the night, Celeste didn't let up. She claimed Estelle over and over again, her touch possessive, her kisses fierce, her every movement reminding Estelle who she belonged to. And by the time the night was over, Estelle was left breathless, her body spent but her heart full.

As they lay together afterward, their bodies tangled in the sheets, Estelle felt a deep sense of contentment settle over her. Celeste's arm was draped possessively over her waist, her breathing slow and steady as she held Estelle close.

"You're not going to push me away, are you?" Estelle murmured, her voice soft but filled with vulnerability.

Celeste pressed a soft kiss to Estelle's forehead, her hand tightening on her waist. "Never," she whispered. "You're mine, Estelle. And I don't plan on letting you go."

Estelle smiled, her heart swelling with warmth as she snuggled closer to Celeste. She knew that their relationship was intense, complicated, and filled with tension, but in this moment, all that mattered was that she was here, with Celeste, exactly where she wanted to be.

And she knew, without a doubt, that she wouldn't have it any other way.