For in this moment, I was no longer merely a mortal dancing with a god, only now- we were human, in the purest sense of the word. He wasn't just having sex with me,he was making love to me. He needn't say it because I felt it; I felt it in the way he moved inside me as natural as a beating heart, the way he kissed my neck and whispered sweet nothings in my ear making sure I was okay. I felt it in the way our tongues danced in the heat of our passion.
The lightning struck and the thunder of the sky roared outside as if rejoicing in our inevitable embrace.
"Ton corps est mon corps, tu es le mien." He breathed,your body is my body, you are my own.
"Yours." I moaned in response, "I am yours." And I truly was, in every sense of the word.
I dragged my tongue over his teeth and swallowed his groan of pleasure that set fire to my veins, his movements got faster and I moved my hips urging him deeper, deeper into me.
We were one. His broken was just as shattered as my broken, his pain was my pain, his happiness was my happiness and right now my pleasure was his too as his as his hurried breaths became faster. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, watching River Kennedy come undone above me, he was half agony half ecstasy. Like a Greek statue, his face belonged in a museum amongst other precious things.
We both took a moment to calm down before he lay beside me, our heavy breathing subsiding.
"I hope that if this was your first that it was good for you." I said turning to face him with a smile, "I don't think I'll ever tire of being with you this way."
"That wasn't my first." He admitted, slightly shocked by my words and I was taken aback, I should've known better than to simply assume these things based on what Keomi told me.
"It wasn't?" I retorted sitting up in bed,
"No, it wasn't." He clarified, looking at me as though I'd lost my mind.
"Tell me about it then," I suggested carefully, "your first."
"It was...it was like breathing, natural in every sense of the word but it was a long time ago I don't really want to talk about it." He told me, and for a moment there was a light in his eyes I rarely saw and at first, I thought I'd imagined it but it was there, itwas. Which was what led me to ask,
"Must've been a very special girl huh?" I added and his face showed no revealing emotion,
"They are a distant memory." He shrugged, "you are my now, and my tomorrow no?"
"As you are mine," I assured him and he leaned in to kiss me, draining me of any doubts I'd had earlier, and with his kiss, on my lips, all I could think about was how incredibly happy I was in that moment.
I'd assumed that kiss was a promise, and it was for the most part.
Chapter 24
Things Fall Apart
Twoweekslater,Paris,France.
I AWOKE in the early hours of the morning tangled in silk sheets that I later remembered were not my own. I turned to face the little prince in the bed beside me, I expected him to be awake by now, he was usually awake by 4 AM or so. But to my surprise he was fast asleep, his eyes did not flutter and his still face appeared almost peaceful, for once.
River was undeniably the most beautiful human being I'd ever seen in my life. It was as though I constantly had to remind myself that he was real and that he wasn't just a fever dream.
I traced my fingertips delicately over his chest, every freckle, every muscle all the way down his treasure trail to the birthmark on his hip bone that was tiny and almost unnoticeable to the unkeen eye. It was almost shaped like a flower petal, and for a second I thought I'd imagined it.
My phone began to ring beside me and I ignored the call as quickly as I could not wanting to wake him.
I turned my gaze back to River and draped my hand over him and leaned my head on his chest. Listening to the constant beating of his heart was like a lullaby and soon enough I was asleep again. When I awoke I was alone in bed and his body had been replaced with a body pillow. I yawned and got up to open the curtains, I was greeted by a beautiful view of the busy street. I made my way to the kitchen which carried a scent that reminded me of the little Café on 3rd street. I found River who was straining some coffee beans while flipping through pages of a random book on the counter.
"I figured I'd let you sleep," River said, he didn't look up at me when he said so,
"Mhmm, where's my coffee?" I teased and he added two teaspoons of sugar before looking up at me condescendingly,
"This is your coffee, I take mine black with no sugar." He reminded me but before I could take the mug from him he pulled it away and gave me something just as hot as he leaned in to kiss me.
"Wow je suis une fille chanceuse, non?" I retort,I'm a lucky girl no?
"Today you are." He commented sarcastically and I grabbed the mug from him hastily, I sipped from it as his lips moved to my neck, "I've been waiting for you to wake up."
