“I want you,” I whispered. “Only you.”
Then he slid himself against me, daring but not entering yet. “You are sowet,my love,” he said.
I stirred.
“So wet,”he parroted, heavy and wanting.“So beautiful.”
Will taunted me with his tip. He sent his length between my valley, but it was not enough. I wanted him inside.
“Please,”I asked.
He whispered.“We’ll go slow.”Then he pushed inside, as promised. Slow.
Quickly, I realizedexactlywhat he had meant when he talked of pain. My body stretched around him, but not without a jolt, and an embarrassing yelp.
He stopped. I felt him at the very end of myself but he rested, using his arm to steady his shape above me.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Is this okay?”
I sent my hand to the back of his neck and nodded. “Y-Yes. It’s okay.”
Tentatively, he drew himself back, almost out of me, then returned. I didn’t flinch the second pass, and each time he thrusted, I felt less injured, and more strange.
“What do I feel like?” I asked.
He laughed, finding my eyes. Then he considered the question a moment longer. “You feel… Warm.Tight. Incredible… What doIfeel like to you?” he asked.
I blushed.
“Do I feelgood?”he asked.
I beamed, then nodded. “Yes. You feel…I don’t know.”
“What do I feel like, love?” he asked. His smile teased me.
“You feel like home,” I said. “I feel ridiculous saying it, but…”
“Home?” That raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean like… not the cold castle walls, but-uhh. Ah!” I vaulted over a sudden spike of sensation. “You feel like the way, the way–like when Spring comes. When the snow is gone. When the sun warms your face for the first time in months. You feel like where I belong.”
He surged further, faster. “Home. Yes. You feel like home, too, Princess.”
“I’m, I’m so– Willem, I can’t think.”
“Then don’t,” he purred. “Don’t think. Just come. Comehomefor me.”
I clawed into the blanket, animalistically cinching my legs together and tighter around his hips. Obediently, I did what he said and lost myself into his metaphor. His hand found my knee, and as I writhed, still riding the absolutehigh, he pulled himself out of me, and flipped me to my stomach.
Will pressed a set of sweet kisses down my body. He brushed my hair from his path. I felt his release strike and pool onto my back.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he said. “My beautiful Swan.”
“It’s warm,” I whispered, surprised.
“Heh. Sorry. Let me clean you off.”
Willem stood and found one of the folded linens near my wardrobe, then he returned to do as he had promised. He exhaled.
