It had to be him. It had to be March. My body, my heart, my every cell demanded it.
So, I watched him put my clothes away, then come over me again, no longer smiling butvulnerablein a way I hadn’t seen him before. Like he was serving me himself. Like he was telling me he wasmine.
I took it.
My hands were on his face automatically, and for a moment there we just looked at one another, breathedtogether while the shadows of the dancing fairies faded more and more. I could have sworn I heard the melody they danced to just now, and it beat in rhythm with my heart.
Then March leaned in to kiss me, and the world fell away.
He kissed me gently and with urgency at the same time, and once he’d had his fill of my lips, he stopped to kiss my face, every inch of it, like he really wanted to savor my every second.
I let him, didn’t rush him again because I wanted to savor his every second, too, I realized. Just in case, if this was indeed the last time.
He kissed my neck and my collarbone, fell on top of me to play with my breasts, tasting my nipples the way he did when he had me in my own bed. I lived for the way his lips, his teeth, his tongue worshipped my body. And I watched him move lower and lower in awe until his face was right between my legs.
He kissed my pussy the way he did my mouth—like he was giving his everything into it, like it was the most important thing he would ever do. He teased me with his fingers, whispered praise to me every now and again about how soft I was, how good I tasted, how Time must have created me especially for him.
I’d believe it. The way he felt didn’t really leave room for any other option.
My eyes were wide open, and the entire scene felt like it was picked out of a dream, but it wasn’t. It wasreal,and the closer he brought me to the edge, the more aware I was of every root, every leaf, every flower that had cocooned us in so perfectly. The canopy over us wasn’t too dense, and I saw the sky, too, saw the twinkling stars as they winked at me, saw the slow movements of the shadows of the dancing fairies that had all but faded away completely.
When I came, I called out his name, my eyes on the stars shining among the leaves and the flowers, merging together, creating a whole new world just for me.
Thatwas a moment I was never going to forget in my whole life, no matter what came tomorrow.
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Iwas shaking with need, which was insane, considering I had just come on his mouth a moment ago.
But March was on top of me, his weight crushing me in the best possible way, his naked chest against my own, my juices on his lips, on his tongue. When he kissed me, I tasted myself on him, and my entire body came alive again.
More.I wanted so much more.
My hands moved between us down to his stomach, to the button of his pants, and March growled, pressed his forehead to mine with his eyes squeezed shut.
“Velvet,” he said, like my name was a warning.
“I want all of you. I want everything,” I whispered, and I might be shy about it tomorrow, but right now if I didn’t have him, I wasn’t going to survive the hour.
Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at me. “Are you sure about this? Absolutely sure?”
“Iam,” I said without hesitation, and undid the button of his pants. “It was always going to be you, Heartling.” I wasn’t sure how I knew this with such certainty, but I did.
He brought his hand to my face and grabbed my jaw, looked at me like he wanted me to see the soul behind his eyes.
“You belong to me, now and always,” he whispered under his breath, so low I barely heard him.
And it sounded exactly right.
When he kissed me again, it was different. Slower but heavier—anew levelof connection. I savored the taste of him as my shaking hands worked the zipper of his pants and slid a hand under his pants to touch his hard cock.
Warm. Smooth.Big.So damn perfect Isawit in my mind like I knew exactly what it looked like and moaned into his mouth.
March hissed. Growled. Bit my bottom lip so hard he drew blood. He thrust his hips against my hand, and I cried out again, my own rising to meet him.
From then on, our every movement was more urgent, uncontrolled,desperate.
I knew it hurt the first time. I had friends and cousins back home who’d told me all about it. I always thought I wouldn’twant to,knowing that, but pain didn’t scare me right now. Notbeing with March did.
