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And I want him. “Show me how to do it, Bastian.”
He carries me out of the water and sets me on my feet to lay his cloak on the ground. I’d always imagined my first time would be in the apartment I shared with my husband on our wedding night. As Bastian lays me down on his cloak, fireflies blink above his head, and somehow this seems just as perfect.
“What do you know?” he asks, hovering above me, his dark hair cascading down.
I know what my girlfriends told me, things we wouldn’t read in any book in Avren’s library. And when Flynn’s hand touched my breast through the material of my sweater, he whispered secrets about what married partners do behind closed doors. He told me how, late at night, he reached beneath the covers to pleasure himself, imaging it was me.
“I think I know enough,” I say, arching my hips to meet him, only the thin layer of my underwear between us. “But what if I’m bad at it?”
He chuckles, smoothing down my hair. “You could never be bad at it, Windsong.”
After my confession, he’s using my trigger words intentionally, and it makes me long for him more. With his expert hands, he removes my last undergarment, and I lie naked before him in the moonlight.
He sits above me, taking in every curve, dip, and imperfection of my body with a tiny, satisfied smile on his lips. “I promise to protect, love, and worship you until my dying breath.”
“Please don’t talk about death.” I sit up and pull him to me. “I only want to know what it feels like to live for the first time in my life.”
Heated kisses meet my eager lips; our hands explore each other’s bodies. And he teaches me. He shows me how the swirls and flicks of his tongue in the right places can send me into ecstasy, screaming his name for all the wildland creatures to hear. He holds my hands above my head, both of my wrists fitting perfectly in one of his, and licks a trail of my sweat from my navel to my throat as I whimper, my voice hoarse from screaming.
Foreplay is what he calls it. Before he performs each act, he lays it out for me, making me more worked up from the anticipation.
After I’m as pliable as a ball of putty in his hands, his lips brush over my neck as he says, “Foreplay’s over, princess. So, I’ll ask you one more time. Do you want me to make love to you?” He rubs my thighs with his strong hands, starting from my knee up to where my leg meets my hip.
Sitting up, I grab both of his arms and stare him intently in the eyes. My body is slick with sweat from multiple orgasms. “If you don’t, I’ll kick your ass.”
He taps his chin. “Hmm… I might have to take you up on that.” Reaching down, he strokes himself. “But I need this more than a good ass kicking.”
He positions himself over my core, and I reach out for something to grab. My fingers wrap around the root of a nearby tree. I squeeze my eyes shut and brace myself for impact, not exactly sure what to expect.
“Mari… Mari… because this is your first time, it might hurt a little at first.” He kisses my neck, sending delicious chills down to my core. “But it’s meant to bring pleasure. We wouldn’t want to do it otherwise.” Long strands of hair sweep across my collarbone as his lips touch my ear. “I’ll be gentle.”
Still, I’m not so sure, so I let him take over. He slides himself inside of me slowly, and the initial pain hits, causing me to wriggle my hips. Two palms grip them, settling me before he moves farther inside. My eyes remain tightly shut, not knowing what to expect.
“Mari, look at me.” His voice is calm, like the air surrounding us.
I open them to stare into his beautiful blue eyes. He’s propped up on his arms, so I can see his muscular chest as he moves in and out of me, setting a rhythm. It feels so strange but entangled with good. I want to wrap my legs around him, to draw him closer, but watching him arouses me as much as his actions do. He bites into his lip with each thrust and sends a jolt of ecstasy through me. I imagine we’re in a bed and I’m gripping the headboard to hold on for dear life.
Heat builds from within as he pumps faster, and I’m on the brink again, unsure if I can hold out for him. Do you build up immunity if this becomes a routine? Because I want to do this every day. What did the old prude, Lady Raven, have against this?
My head spins as he shifts slightly, hitting a pleasurable spot deep within. He’s an expert and knows exactly what he’s doing. I really do feel like a ball of clay in his hands as he shapes the experience to his liking and, obviously, mine.
“It’s going to happen again.” I buck my hips to drive him deeper, not sure if I can get enough.
“That’s my princess. Give into it.” He’s so masterful, not only with his actions but with his words.
With one artfully placed slam, we’re both calling out together, filling the meadow with our cries. My whole body shakes with wonderful release. He falls on top of me, wrapping his arms around my back, his breath heavy.
His lips near my ear, he whispers, “I didn’t know love could make it feel that way.”
Love? He loves me? I knew our connection attracted him to me, but I thought he wanted to break it.
He rolls off me and rises on his elbow, his fingers trailing along my hairline. “I didn’t think I was capable of love until I met you. You’ve turned my world upside down. My duty is to serve and protect the savior, not give her my heart.”
“And what if one of us dies, Bastian?” I hate being the killjoy in the conversation, but we live in a cruel world, not a fairytale. “We’d be reckless to give our hearts to each other.”
His fingers pause on my hairline before he gives me a light kiss on the lips. “I’d rather love recklessly than never love at all.”
The croaks of the frogs and chirping of the crickets surround us as his arms envelop me, drawing me into another deep kiss. While we should go back to the others, we make love again, unable to contain the passions burning inside us, before falling asleep in each other’s arms.
