He broke the kiss with a question that caught me off guard.
“Do you still want to go to the Halloween party?”
I blinked, not understanding at first why he was asking but then it hit me. I really had wanted to go last night… and never did.
“Well… actually, I did want to,” I admitted, glancing away. “But Halloween’s over.”
I turned my back to him, but he immediately pulled me against his chest. My hips fit perfectly into his, and I could still feel his lingering hardness pressing against me. His lips brushed the back of my neck as I reached for my phone and held it up for him to see.
“November 1st,” I said. “Eight thirty-three a.m.”
He only tilted his head with that infuriatingly charming smile.
“There’s a club in the amusement park that celebrates Halloween for an entire week,” he murmured. “I know the owner personally. We can still go if that’s what you want, kitten.”
He nuzzled into my neck, his breath warm and teasing against my skin, and I melted a little more into his embrace.
“Then why not?” I said, pursing my lips, waiting to see what he’d do next.
But instead of answering, he suddenly yanked the blanket away. The morning chill swept over me, and I shivered at the loss of his heat.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with a wicked grin. “Then we can hit the mall and get you a new Halloween costume. How does that sound?”
He winked and walked off toward the bathroom, hips swaying in the most distracting way imaginable showing his perfectly pumped buns that I wanted to bury my teeth into.
"Fuck, how did I get so lucky to find myself in the arms of a man like him?" I exclaimed, slapping my forehead in disbelief before sinking back against the plush pillow, a cozy blanket draped over my naked body. I inhaled deeply, the scent of my dark lover permeating the fabrics, his essence now was an integral part of our shared sanctuary. A giddy laugh bubbled upfrom my chest as the world took on a new, vibrant hue, the bleak grey transformed into a canvas painted with the colors of joy.
Emerging from the bathroom, Shai leaned against the doorframe, muscular arms crossed over his broad chest as he drank in the sight of me sprawled across the bed. The towel I had worn earlier was now clinging precariously to his hips, the black fabric adorned with an array of orange pumpkins that seemed almost obscenely. The garment hung low on his hips and I found myself aching to yank it down, to expose him fully and take him into my mouth once more. The primal urge to suck him, to taste him, to feel his thick cock pulsing against my tongue and throat, consumed my thoughts, the hunger already building anew in the pit of my belly.
As if reading my mind, he grinned wider and stepped closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Are you still under the covers?" he asked, one brow arched in playful surprise.
I stood up, tossing the blanket aside. "I’m taking a shower too, handsome," I teased, winking as I yanked the towel right under of his hips. He almost jumped onto the bed in shock before bursting into laughter. I darted toward the bathroom, giggling, until the demon caught me and punished me, though the way he probably could have punished me could feel suspiciously like pleasure. Someday, I told myself, I’d learn exactly why that was and how to reach this new sort of pleasure with him through such fun games.
In the shower, I let the water wash over me, rinsing away every lingering doubt that any of this was a dream. It was real. All of it. I had woken into another world, the one brighter, more vivid, where love and passion replaced the dull grey weight of loneliness. I smiled as the warm water cascaded down my skin, dancing lightly to the rhythm of a song that had been silent in my heart for years.
IX
This Halloween, I wanted to be someone else and Shai gave me the perfect idea. The costume might have been a classic, but to me it felt daring, wild, and deliciously feminine: a Playboy-style bunny outfit —it was a tight corset bodysuit with a fluffy tail, cuffs, a bow tie, fishnet tights, and tall rabbit ears.
I would never have worn something like that before. I was always cautious, always alert, always trying to control everything around me. But with Shai, I didn’t have to. He was my fortress, he felt solid, unshakable, like my safe place. With him beside me, I could finally breathe. I could be myself and myself unapologetically, boldly, and without fear of anything.
Because he was my protector.
My man.
My love.
By the look in his eyes, I could already tell that after the party, we had plans far more sinful than dancing with strangers until morning. His gaze slid over me, slow and hungry, dripping with lust and possession. He looked ready to tear that costume to shreds, piece by piece, and yet there was awe in his expression too as if I were something rare, something divine. Maybe, in his eyes, I truly was.
"What do you think?" I asked shyly, glancing up at him.
He didn’t speak. He just swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and nodded, eyes fixed on me like a starving wolf watching a fresh kill. The feral heat in his gaze made my pulse quicken. No one had ever looked at me like that before. It sent a shiver through me with part excitement and part disbelief, all pleasure.For once, I felt completely desired, and it was intoxicating.
The salesgirl nearby giggled softly and, with an understanding smile, quickly excused herself.
"So... we’ll take it?" I teased, grinning at him.
Another nod. He was beyond words.
