More of me pushes inside, and we both gasp.
It feels too good to be sinking into heat, and it takes all my energy not to lose control. I need to fuck her. I need to claim her. I need her to be mine when we walk out of here again. I need everyone to know they can’t take her away from me in the middle of the night, ever again.
I don’t care how delirious I sound in my head. I don’t care that what I want might be impossible. I’m hooked so deep in Gretel’s panting, mewling sounds as she takes me inside her that nothing could bring me back out again.
Until I bottom out and she tightens around me, her thighs wrapping tight around my waist and her heels resting on my lower back. Gretel stares into my eyes, her mouth a tiny o.
“That’s good,” I tell her, and stroke my fingers through her hair. I’m going to shake myself apart if I don’t fuck her soon, but at the same time, I’d be willing to wait forever for her to be ready. “You feel so good. You feel—Gretel. You feel so damn good.”
“So do you,” she answers, and kisses the corner of my lips. “I—” Another strong shiver.
I pull out and thrust back in. Harder and with more force. The rocking of her body forces her breasts to bounce and I’m amazed I don’t come at the sight of her gorgeous curves beneath me.
“Yes. Yes,” Gretel gasps, her feet locking behind me.
Gretel’s body grips me, sending hot pleasure through my hips. I stroke into her hard, my instincts taking over, then slow it down.
I need to slow it down, or I’m going to come, and it can’t be over yet.
Not when I just got her back. Not when I need her so bad I can’t stand it.
I kiss her, tasting her sweet sounds, while I thrust into her, the rhythm deep and steady. Gretel whimpers again, her pussy pulsing around my cock, and comes with another burst of slick desire.
“You’re mine,” I growl into her ear, her hips rocking frantically into mine. I lose control slightly. Fucking her like I’ve dreamed of. She’s still coming, gripping my cock so tight I’m almost blind from how good it feels. “You’re mine. I’m going to make you mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes, Hansel—Hansel—” she murmurs, her nails raking across my shoulders. My name. She cries out my name as I groan in the crook of her neck.
I push her a little farther onto the bed, centering her so I can fold her knees up to her chest and fuck her with everything I have.
I can’t take my eyes off her heated expression. Gretel’s skin is flushed and warm in the firelight, her lids half-lowered and her mouth open so she can gasp and pant and moan. She stretches one hand over her head and grips my shoulder with the other, trying to pull herself closer even as I pin her to the bed.
I need to be able to lean down over her and kiss her while I stroke into her. I need her soft and open and crying out my name. I need her desperate beneath me and at my mercy.
That’s exactly what I get.
The tension that’s been building in me builds and builds until I can’t feel anything else. It becomes a hot, feral pleasure. I bury myself deep inside her as I find my release when she comes again.
The fire rages in the grate, twice as bright as before. A small point of flame catches my eye, and I glance at it?—
Candles. On the table near the bed. There hadn’t been any candles lit when we walked in, but now they’re burning. Fear strikes through me and I question my vision. I blink and it’s gone. Goosebumps travel down my spine but she grips onto me. Clinging to me.
Finally, I hear my own breathing, and Gretel’s. I check again and there’s nothing there.
She strokes my nape with her fingertips, murmuring things to me. It takes a while before I can make out what she’s saying.
“So good.” Gretel’s breathless. She sounds satisfied. She sounds like I gave her what she needed. “That was so good, Hansel. I wanted it to be you. It had to be you. It could never be anybody else.”
I don’t have it in me to say anything back, so I kiss the side of her neck and pull us toward the pillow. I only need to close my eyes for a few minutes. I just need to be with her.
That’s all I need. But I open my eyes, searching for whatever it was that I saw and questioning if we are alone in this cottage. I kiss her shoulder, my eyes on the open door as she whispers something I can’t hear.
Gretel
Hansel lies beside me, his arm over my waist, for what feels like a long time. But I could stay here forever. The moment my mind wanders to tomorrow, I stop my thoughts where they are and remind myself where I am at this moment. In his embrace. Loved and cherished. I wish we could stay here forever.
I’ve never felt this way. Nothing in my life has ever made me feel so fulfilled. Even the ache between my legs from where Hansel took me is met with a devotion from deep within my soul. It’s a good kind of pain mixed with pleasure. A feeling I could definitely get used to, if I had the chance.
I was meant for Hansel. Hansel was meant for me. Nothing can prove to me otherwise. Although in the back of my mind, I wander to tomorrow. To what’s to come when we have to leave.
