But he couldn’t change plans, not plans that intense, all that quickly.
Especially not when it was this important.
So instead, he grabbed a hold of her hips, leaned in, and kissed her stomach.
She made a small, soft sound and let her head fall back.
He moved his hands up her body, so soft, so perfect.
He reached back and unclipped her bra, revealing those gorgeous breasts to his hungry gaze.
God, he wanted her. He wanted to devour her.
He couldn’t get close enough to her.
There wasn’t enough. There would never be enough.
How did people live like this? Did they? Did other people feel this way all the time about somebody?
Was this what his mother had felt? This deep desperation to be closer, to be one person.
It was terrifying. Intense. Like riding a toboggan downhill, no brakes, no cushion. Just the thrill of the ride, unless you hit a wall and died from the intensity of it all.
But it felt worth it. Right now, it felt like it would be worth it.
She moved her hips against the hard ridge of his arousal, pressed against the front of his jeans, and he ground. One hand clamped down tight on her hip, pulling her harder against him as he reached up to cup her breast with his free hand.
He could die happy like this.
But instead of dying, he just kissed her again, slow and languorous, sliding his tongue against hers, pouring all of his need into her.
He didn’t even realize he was talking to her until he picked her up off the chair, lips still against hers as he realized he was whispering all these internal feelings out loud. “You’re so beautiful. I could hold onto you forever. I just want to be inside you.”
She whimpered, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. She pressed her hands to either side of his face, kissed him, cut off everything that he had been saying, but it didn’t stop him from thinking it. Carnal prayers he was sending out to the divine, because he didn’t ask for much, God knew. But he wanted something. Something deeper, something more than he had ever had before. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t know what to call it.
All he knew was that he had never felt like this in his life. And he had felt a hell of a lot of things. He had been afraid for his survival, for the survival of his siblings, worried about food and shelter and resources. About school, about what being an adult would look like. He had been worried about being a villain, but he had never been so desperate to be the hero.
It was all new. All intense like nothing he had ever felt before.
It was so painful, but so good all at once.
This was a good, sharp sort of pain, and he never wanted it to end.
He needed it too, though, needed to be inside of her. Needed to chase down his release, or wanting it would kill him.
He lay her down on the bed, moved away from her, and stripped his clothes off quickly.
Thank God he had a condom with him. But he wished he had more than one.
He was creative, though. He would have no trouble keeping them both satisfied all night. Even if they didn’t have protection.
He looked at her, lying there on the bed, wearing only her underwear, and the beast that roared inside of him was feral.
He leaned down, gripped the front of her panties, and pulled them down her thighs.
Then he pressed his hands to her inner thighs, spread her legs wide, gave himself a perfect view of her glorious body.
“Goddamn,” he whispered. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Prettier than a sunrise, prettier than the mountains. Prettier than every single thing I’ve ever sworn my allegiance to on this land. You are a natural wonder.”
