“We might die tomorrow,” I said because there was no point in dressing it up. We both knew. Everyone down here knew.
“We might,” March agreed with a nod.
“And I’d say we now know each other much better than we did last time.”
The way his smile stretched while he closed his eyes. He knew exactly where I was trying to get to, and my cheeks were bright red, but he said, “Yeees?”
“And this doesn’t feel like a memory, does it?” I leaned my head up, slightly shaking, and pressed my lips to his gently.
Because that’s what he’d said last time, when he refused to take his clothes off. He’d said he wanted the next time to beours,not just a replayed memory.
“No, it does not,” he muttered and kissed me a little harder.
“March…” I pressed myself onto him, and his moan fried every other thought in my head. The way he dug his fingertips into my waist should have been sinful. “I want all of you. I want to know, before…just in case.”
He didn’t let me say another word.
Before I knew it, my back was against the cot, and it squeaked a little bit when March shifted his weight onto his elbows, his body over mine. His tongue was in my mouth and his hips pressed down onto mine, lighting my very bones on fire.
But this kiss was different than the others—not passion, but…desperation.It tasted almost like griefat first, at least for me. I kissed him like I wanted to memorize this because I knew I was about to lose it—maybe this time for good.
And as we explored each other, touched each other, melted onto one another deeper, the kiss also tasted like defiance. I wouldnotdie without knowing every inch of him, without becoming one with him. No matter what the past had been like, no matter what we’d gone through, we were here now—and now was enough.
Eventually, his mouth moved to my jaw, to that spot below my ear that made my breath stutter. I no longerwondered how he knew the place, the pressure, the speed as if he’d made me himself—I just took it. Everything burned inside me in the best possible way, and I pushed my hips up with all my strength, my legs locked around him tightly as we moved.
“Don’t stop, March,” I thought I whispered as he continued down to my collarbone, and his response was to moan that sexy sound and bite my skin harder.
It was perfect already—and the anticipation of what was coming added fuel to the fire with each passing second.
His hands found the hem of my shirt, pulled it up slowly, his knuckles dragging against my sides, leaving a trail of heat that made my stomach clench. I raised my arms like I wasn’t myself at all, and he pulled the shirt over my head and threw it away. Then his hands were on my bare skin, and he moaned harder, lower, almost like he was in pain this time.
I pulled at his shirt frantically, desperate to feel all of him, too. He held up one arm, then the other, and then my hands were on his bare back, too.
Time’s Teeth, his naked chest pressing onto mine was everything. By then I no longer recognized myself, nor did I want to.This night, this night, we only have this nightwent the thoughts in my head, and I believed them.
Our hearts chased the same rhythm as we moved slowly, deeply, with our everything against each other, and our bodies fit so well I was tempted to think I was dreaming.
But dreams could never feel this good.
We lost ourselves, slowly at first, then all at once—when he gripped my hip with his hand, when he pressed his hard cock against my center with the clothes still in the way, when he took my lip between his teeth and bit until the pain merged perfectly with the pleasure.
My hands were on his chest, pushing him up, searching his smooth skin, the soft hair there shaped like a heart. Imoved lower and lower and he pushed himself higher and higher to give me room until my hands were on the button of his pants, then underneath his underwear, then wrapped tightly around the length of him.
March closed his eyes, stopped moving, pressed his forehead to mine with a hiss. But I continued to thrust my hips up as if jealous of my hands as they moved up and down the smooth skin of his cock. And I knew him, but I didn’t. And I remembered the sight of it but not quite.
Before I’d had enough time to play with him, he moved with a growl, pulled himself down lower, and my bottoms and panties ended up on the glass floor within seconds.
His mouth was on my pussy so fast I had to cover my own with both hands to keep the scream that ripped out of me to a minimum before we woke even Calren from his induced sleep.
Time’s Teeth, he wasgood.Better than good. He was phenomenal in the way he moved his tongue, pressed against my clit with just the right pressure, played with my folds, then pressed his fingers right into my center, and…
They slipped in with such ease my body locked up for a second.
Holy Hour, he had two fingers inside me all the way to his knuckles, and he met no resistance, and I felt no pain whatsoever.Yes, we’ve most definitely done this before—which wasn’t really a surprise.
What was shocking was how fast I came.
Impossible to hold back. I didn’t last more than a minute, if that. His tongue flicked over my clit and his fingers pumped in and out of me, and then his name was on my lips and there were fireworks going off in my mind and the world fell away as if it had never existed.
