Lib Novel Page 54
He is mine.
Our future has just begun.
What a beautiful dream!
“You were reborn from ashes. Maybe you should paint it like that. That gray and green is too tame for you.”
“Draw me something then.”
I bite down on my lower lip, and he takes a few steps toward me, kneeling in front of me. I almost got myself under control, yet he easily tears my composure apart.
He lifts my chin, and it wobbles. I can’t force my emotions back.
“I just want you. Love me or wreck me…”
I jump into his arms and cross mine around his neck. Like a monkey, I wrap myself around him.
He holds me tightly.
Embed me in you. Never let me go. His embrace promises me exactly that. If I could, I’d tell him the same thing.
We stay like this until he places me back on the blanket. He dips his head and says through kisses, “I’m stupid when it comes to you, hungry for your scraps.”
“Never, you’d never have my scraps. You’d have my all.”
Confusion transforms his face, but I put my finger on his mouth.
“Don’t… tonight, one night where it’s just the two of us, and this thing between us.”
“It’s not a thing.”
“No, it’s not.” Love, madness, and obsession create an intricate, unbreakable bond.
My heart and brain stop warring. I want something that is just mine, and he ignites in me the possibility of an us.
“We can just kiss or watch something.”
I shake my head. Why wait if I want him like nothing and no one before? My life is not mine. My future is set in stone. But I can choose to give this to the boy I love. To be honest, until him, I thought I’d die a virgin.
I push myself up on my elbows, and he crawls between my legs. Desire stirs low in my belly. Only he can play my body with a flick of his finger.
“Any way I can get you, I’ll take it. You’re worth it.”
“You don’t need to sweet-talk me. I’m not going anywhere.”
“And here I was thinking about doing some romantic shit like the guys in your books.”
“Another time. This is truly romantic for me. I love this house so much. The candles are flickering, the space is peaceful, and you’re here. I doubt it can get more romantic than that.”
“This place screams of a horror movie scenario.”
“No, because my favorite place can’t be haunted. It’s magical.”
“You’re magical, princess.”
Our lips press together in sweet oblivion, our hands explore unabashedly.
I slip my hand under his shirt. He’s hard everywhere I touch him. He’s a sculpture of planes of muscles I could explore and watch for an eternity. I trace my finger down his happy trail, reaching his waistband. When he inhales sharply, it makes me even more eager to dive into the forbidden.