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 ca from sothing deeper than lust—like he was trying to silence all the chaos in both their lives, even for a mont. 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 t 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 consu them. The kiss was bruising, desperate. Hands gripped. Breath caught. The sounds they made ragged gasps, murmured nas, 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 sothing 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 ti 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.
The ring barely lasted a second.
"Yes, Sir," a crisp male voice answered on the other end.
"You’ve got sothing for us?" Celeb’s voice was silk and steel all at once, his hand idly trailing along the curve of Lucy’s thigh.
"Yes, sir. The ergency motion was approved this morning. The judge granted temporary custody to your client, Ms. Lucy. The baby stays with her until the official hearing."
Silence.
Then...snap just like that, Lucy sat up, wide-eyed. Her hand flew to her mouth as tears welled up. Finally, she was getting what she wanted, spilling without sha. She turned, staring at the phone like it had just whispered salvation.
"She—She said yes?" Lucy asked, voice trembling.
"Yes, ma’am," the lawyer confird, more gently this ti. "You’ll have the baby with you within the hour."
Lucy stood, barefoot, tears slipping down her cheeks, joy and disbelief tangled in every breath. She looked at Celeb, this reckless, arrogant man who sohow always ca through when it mattered, now, Ethan will co begging her.
He leaned back against the couch, arms open, like he was lounging on a throne. "Well," he said with that smug grin, "I think I deserve a reward."
Lucy wiped at her face, still smiling, her heart pounding from more than just the legal victory. She crossed the space between them slowly, a spark in her eyes now—raw gratitude, a touch of wildness, and sothing bolder.
"You want a reward?" she said, climbing into his lap, straddling him, letting her body press against his. "You earned it."
His hands gripped her hips, and with a wicked laugh, she began to move—slow at first, then faster, riding him with the sa fire that had ignited from their first collision. She held nothing back, giving as much as she took, her hair cascading down around them like a curtain as their bodies t again and again.
Lucy’s body moved with purpose, but her heart pounded with sothing she couldn’t quite na. Maybe it was relief, maybe victory or maybe just the pure, reckless rush of finally having sothing go right.
She rode Celeb like she was claiming him.
Like he was the prize after a war she hadn’t asked to fight.
His hands gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm as their bodies rocked together with growing urgency. But it wasn’t just raw anymore. It wasn’t just a release.
There was sothing in the way he looked at her now, like he was seeing past the pride and sharp wit she wore like armor. Like he understood just how much she had risked, how close to the edge she’d been standing.
And Lucy saw it too.
In the way his touch softened between each hard thrust. In how his mouth moved to her chest, kissing gently, reverently, as if offering comfort between the chaos. His thumb brushed over her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat thrum like music made just for him.
She moaned his na, for the first ti not to command him, but because she needed him to hear it. To know he wasn’t just a placeholder or a distraction. He was the reason her world hadn’t crumbled completely.
"Celeb," she whispered against his ear, her forehead pressing to his as their hips t in a perfect rhythm. "Fuck till you can’t stand it any more."
His breath hitched. He stilled, just for a second, as if her words struck deeper than any touch.
"Like this," he murmured, brushing hair from her face, picking up a slow pace. "You make happy."
"I know," she said, and she kissed him. Not urgently this ti. Not to claim or control. Just to connect.
They moved together again, slower, deeper. She arched back, her hands braced on his chest, riding the wave with a grace that made her look like she was dancing just for him. And Celeb, for once, didn’t wear his usual smirk. His eyes were wide, almost in awe.
She was wild. She was fired. But in that mont, she was his.
And he knew this wasn’t just about bodies anymore.
When she ca, it wasn’t a scream but a soft gasp, a release so full it left her trembling in his arms. He followed close behind, holding her tight as they both rode the final tremor together, their breath ragged, hearts pounding like war drums finally slowing.
After that, they didn’t speak. Lucy curled against his chest, their skin slick and warm, his arms wrapped protectively around her. He kissed her temple. Not because he had to. Because he wanted to.
"Do you think," she murmured, sleep curling around her words, "that anything between us could ever be... real?"
Celeb didn’t answer right away. He held her tighter, burying his face in her hair, and whispered into the silence:
"Maybe it already is."
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