This is the heat I’ve craved. This is what I’ve needed, and I’ve been so lonely without it. So hopeless. Every day I spent apart from Hansel was worse than the last, but his kiss chases away some of the ache.
His body is so strong against mine. He’s so familiar. I have never wanted anyone like I want Hansel. I never thought I had a chance at feeling this again. I thought I’d lost him forever. I thought I’d have to spend the rest of my life wondering what it meant like to be loved by him.
I gasp, my emotions swelling up and spilling over before the reality comes back. Here? In this cottage? Where he suffered so much, and I couldn’t help him? Should we really be doing this? Shouldn’t we be running back to the village, where everything is ruined but at least we can sit by the fire together?
“Gretel,” he says my name and I only stare back at him, wanting nothing more than to lose myself in his touch. “Kiss me,” he orders. “Kiss me and forget all about it.”
Hansel
I want to forget, too.
I want to replace every memory I have in this cottage with memories of Gretel. Only Gretel.
I want to forget about the witch, and what she did to us. I want to burn those memories in the oven and watch them turn to ash.
Fuck that. I don’t even want to think of it. I want every thought to disappear. And in its place, her. Her curves. The sweet soft sounds she makes. And the look in her eyes. That beautiful hazel longing. I want to remember that forever. Everything else can spend eternity in a hell I no longer remember.
She tips her face up to mine, making a soft moan as I kiss her deeper.
God, she’s sweet. Sweeter than any candy I’ve ever craved. Cold air still clings to her clothes, so I run my hands up and down her sides and over her back, warming her up and loving how she shivers beneath me. It’s almost too good to be true. I wish I could stay in this moment and never leave.
Gretel presses closer, her arms going around my neck. She gets up on tiptoes, her curves against my stomach, and whimpers.
“Gretel,” I murmur, and push her hair away from her face. I want to devour her. I think I could kiss her forever if she’d let me, but there’s so much more of her. I dip my head to lick along her neck, and Gretel gasps.
“Hansel.” She tips her head back, giving me more access to the tender side of her neck, so I kiss there, too. Suck on it. The scent of her skin is intoxicating and so completely her that I’ll never be able to tear myself away.
Not if it means giving her up.
I push that thought out of my head and angle Gretel closer. My cock is hard and in need, and she wriggles her hips slightly when she feels my hard length pressed against her, her lips parting.
Everything about her is an invitation. Her large, dark eyes. Her plush lips. The pink in her cheeks from the cold. Need surges through me like the fires surged across the fields, and suddenly I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve been sitting next to her all day, and I need to give her something other than cold and fear and thinking about the witch.
“Let’s get these off. They’re keeping you cold.”
Taking my time, I help her undress.
“Yes,” she whispers, and lets me lift her dress over her head. Her underdress. I need her naked. I need to see all of her.
And then she helps me all the same. Her fingers brushing against my skin is electric. Everything about her turns me on.
I take her face in my hands. “All I care about is you.”
Kissing her naked is like nothing else. I can’t stop touching her. I run my hands over her hips, and her lower back, and her breasts. Leaving open mouthed kisses down the dip in her throat. I’m obsessed with every detail of her.
Gretel moans when I circle her nipple, so I stop and pay attention to both of them. God, she’s so soft. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Her eyes fly open when I start to delve my hand lower.
She pants, the firelight reflecting in her eyes, and leans into me.
Then slowly, tentatively, she spreads her thighs.
“I need to touch you,” I tell her.
“Yes,” she breathes, and I brush my fingers between her legs.
Gretel is already wet, and so soft I could come right then and there. I take my time getting to know her. Gretel moans oh and yes and grips my arm, holding on tight while I test her opening with my fingertip.
