Tristan pushes his nose against my jaw. “How about I make my promise right now? You’ll be mine before he even touches you for the first time.”
I arch under him, my cock pressing against his hard stomach as I lick his cheek out of the sheer need to taste him. Now. Immediately.
The desire deep within is too strong to be normal, but I can’t bear the wait any longer.
“You will have to renew your vow every night we’re together.”
Tristan bites my neck in a way I worry will leave evidence for Gloombane. “It will be my pleasure.”
He doesn’t stop kissing my throat as he opens my jeans, and I mirror his movements by unlacing the front of his pants. I’ve never been in such a frenzy, and while this must be just limerence, I never felt so connected to another person. Sure, I’ve had crushes that have given me butterflies, but the flurry of emotion Tristan unleashed in me might just lift me off the ground. I want himso badly, and if I am to endure a few weeks with the other guy, I’d like to at least make memories tonight.
My foot climbs his thigh, but I have no plans, just raw desire. I moan when his damp cockhead kisses my palm, and I rub it gently, eyes pinned to his handsome features.
“Make me yours, Ser Tristan.”
He groans, rocking his swollen shaft against my hand. “Moon and stars… How are you so…” Tristan sits back on his heels to pull off my boots and jeans. I can’t stand even a second of separation, but at least I have the view to comfort me.
He pulls off his hoodie, offering his beautiful skin as a canvas for the colorful lights above. I don’t know whether to look at the eels sliding lazily over his chest and arms, or the thick cock wetly kissing his stomach over and over.
And this perfect guy wantsmejust as much as I want him.
“So?” I ask with a smile, peeling off my sweatshirt. I might not be as impressive as Tristan, but I won’t let that stop me. I want to be with him under the stars, in this mossy cave, while the elves below celebrate the arrival of a new unicorn.
Tristan ismyunicorn. I don’t need another.
“So perfect. So pretty. Your black curls, your dark eyes, your beauty spots, your soft smile, and kind soul, and delicious thighs. I’ve never met anyone with a heart as sweet as yours.” He gives me a dreamy smile as his hands slide up the sides of my legs, and he’s back on top of me to kiss my lips. “Sweet heart.Mysweetheart.”
I can barely believe this is happening, but I would be an idiot to reject something outright just because it seems too good to be true, so I fall into him. Squeeze his cock and pull him close with one arm, until our lips are close enough to meet. “I’ve never wanted anyone this much.”
He answers me with his tongue. Hot and wet, it licks inside my cheek, teasing me until I’m shaking, and pre-cum leaves a damp trail down my aching cock. I let go of the fears that usually hold me back, because he won’t judge my romantic nature. I’m attracted to him, as if I’m a moon unable to resist the gravitational pull of his strong form. But unlike the silvery face watching us from the sky, I’m overcome by fever as I tighten my fingers in his silky red hair and shamelessly rock my cock against his belly.
I need him, and in this moment it seems plausible that I’ll die if I can’t get his cock inside me.
He slides his hands under me, then down my back and to my ass so possessively I whimper into the kiss, unfolding my body for him. Sex has never been like this.
Any pleasure I ever took with another person was entirely coherent, but Tristan’s scent does something to my brain, and I’m shaking with the sheer desire to be close.
I need him.
Desperately.
And I would beg for him to take me now even if I knew I wouldn’t get to finish myself.
“Please, Tristan…”
Did I really meet him yesterday? So why does it feel like he’s the only man I’ll ever want?
“Please, what?” he teases, his finger already sliding between my ass cheeks in a silent promise. I stretch under him, offering everything I am. He can have it all—my body, my soul—as long as his heart beats for me. I’d give him my shadow too if I could.
Maybe I am naive, but I do believe everything he says.
I want him to make love to me. Court me. Marry me, and be with me forever.
“I’m so impatient,” I whimper, rubbing his cockhead with my thumb.
He licks over my lips, leaving me breathless. “That feels so good, sweetheart.” He dips his hand into the pocket of his hoodie lying next to us and pulls out something that looks like… a mushroom? He squeezes it, releasing oily goo over his fingers. Oh. So he’s prepared.
“And I bet it will feel even better to be inside you,” he whispers breathlessly as he slides his hand between my legs and presses two slippery fingers to my eager opening. I whimper and shiver, so,soready, because this feels nothing like any sexual experience I’ve had so far.
