He had me now. I was all his.
When he discarded my boots to the side, March grabbed both my ankles and pulled them up before climbing on the edge of the bed on his knees. The anticipation was killing me. I had the sheets in my tight fists, imagining it was his hair, but he didn’t rush.
Instead he brought my heels to his shoulders, then proceeded to caress my legs as he looked at me. Over the leggings but I still felt the heat of him enough to lose my damn mind.
He no longer smiled as he watched me react to his touch now, then turned his head and kissed my feet with all of him, one then the other. He bit and kissed his way up to my ankle like he meant it, and there was something about his dedication to every single movement of his hands, every press of his lips against my skin, even on my feet.
When he had enough, he finally leaned in almost all the way to me, my heels still over his shoulders so I was practically folded in half.
Another cry escaped me, but his face hovered just over mine. He held himself up still, his hands on the bed on the sides of my head.
“This okay?” he breathed.
“Yes!”
If he couldn’t see howokaythis was for me, he had bigger issues than I realized.
Then his lips crashed against mine and my thighs were basically pressed to my chest. His hard cock was right against my center, so I forgot what I was even thinking.
It didn’t last long, though. I was just getting started tasting his tongue properly, when he moved back again, raised on his knees, and pulled me to sit up by the arms in one movement.
“March,” I complained, but I shouldn’t have worried,because he pulled me up to take my tunic off. When he grabbed the hem, I raised my arms up all too eagerly, which then made him grin.
“I think this is working a little too well. Don’t you?”
But to answer him required thinking, so I said, “Shut up and kiss me, Heartling.”
A dark look came over his eyes one second, and the next, he obeyed.
We fell on the bed again, and he was between my legs, his naked torso against mine, his hands everywhere on me he could reach. His back was satin-smooth against my palms, and I dragged my nails up and down him, but if it was painful, he didn’t complain. His moans only grew louder as he devoured my mouth.
My legs were locked around his hips, too, and I kept grinding against his cock, so desperate for release it could have been funny. And March pressed himself on me harder each time, too, like he was thrusting inside me.
Now, I was a virgin, had never taken my clothes off with anyone before, but just the idea of it was going to drive me over the brink. Whatever it was about this Heart boy,hehad changed me, too. He’d changed a lot of what I thought I knew about myself, and I was at his mercy.
His hands found their way under my back, and I raised up as well as I could so he could unclasp my bra and take it off me. It required letting go of him for a moment, too, and when I did, March was eager to pin my wrists down on the bed.
He was breathing fast, heavily—we both were. He hovered over me for a tick, his hips against mine, his hands pinning me down, his eyes burning with a fire I’d never seen before.
And he said, “This okay?”
I was going to murder him if he asked me again.
“Don’t stop,” I breathed, and I meant it. Ineverwanted him to stop.
“As you wish,” he whispered, and raised up on his knees between my legs. The way his eyes roamed on my naked torso, stopped on my breasts, I blushed bright scarlet, my cheeks hot as the sun.
It didn’t matter, though. I could be shy about this tomorrow—tonight I was takingeverythinghe gave me.
His hands fell over my shoulders, down my arms, then to my chest again. He looked mesmerized as he traced every inch of skin, running his fingertips over my breasts, my rock-hard nipples. My back arched instinctively as he continued down to my stomach, too.
“Velvet-soft,” he whispered. “So fucking pure. How are you real?”
I thought maybe I imagined him saying this, but there were two issues with that. My imagination wouldn’t have been able to come up with exactly the right words to add fuel to my fire right now, and the look in his eyes matched his words perfectly.
“I’ll show you the Garden of Memories someday,” March said, and slowly leaned closer, kissed my lips a little. “But for now, let me try to give you some of the best memories of your life.”
You already have,I thought, but my jaw was locked when he dove down and kissed my neck, bit the side of it and sucked. I hissed, the pain a perfect addition to my pleasure, and he moaned like he’d never tasted a better thing in his life.
