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The last item was a cardboard box, and June went to it slowly. She carefully started opening it, and as she moved one flap, a song started playing.
The theme from Beauty and the Beast.
She finished opening the box, pulling out the last item. A Beauty and the Beast music box. Hers had been a gift from her mom, and it had broken when she was thirteen, when someone jostled a shelf as they were packing the house to move into the apartment above the bookstore. The porcelain Belle figurine grew blurry the longer she stared at it.
“Y—You remembered,” she whispered.
“I’ve been hunting for it for years. I know it’s not the one your mom gave yo — “
June turned to him and pressed her lips to his.
He opened to her, his velvet tongue sparring with hers as she drank him in, needing him to meet her demands. He responded in kind, his tongue as insistent and unyielding as his hands groping over her clothes. She threw her arms around his neck and hoisted herself up, Dragan not missing a beat by putting his hands beneath her ass. He gripped her cheeks, squeezing as he walked to the bed. He threw her down and took a step back.
When she looked up at him in the low, gold light, it was the god of every fantasy. He toward above her, eyes molten with need. With desperation.
He put his hands on the bed, on either side of her hips, and leaned forward, capturing her lips with his. The heat of his mouth threatened to undo her and she clung to him, her life raft through every storm.
Her hands trailed to his hips, fingers sliding beneath his waistband. Dragan groaned into her, and she slowly made her way to his cock. She teased the head of his massive erection, and he released her lips in a gasp as she circled the the tip with the wetness she found there.
“Wait.” His words were a whisper, his eyes squeezed shut.
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June removed her hands, pushing herself farther up the bed and out from under him. Dragan hung his head, steadying his breathing. He couldn’t think beyond that moment, but something in the back of his head stopped him.
He met her gaze. She was so goddamn beautiful, her skin gold in the low light, her hair a tousled halo. Her full lips were parted, her chest heaving as she stared at him, into him. She saw everything he was, had always seen who he’d become.
And she was still here.
“Not like this, June.”
He wanted to do this right. If she was granting him a chance, a real chance, he was going to show her he was worthy of it.
June sighed and threw her head back, exposing the slender column of her neck. Not for the first time, he imagined his hand around her throat as he pumped into her, taking her harder and harder until they both fell apart.
But tonight was not that night.
Dragan stood, running his hands through his hair and pacing the room. He found a lock and twisted, anything to keep his hands from her skin and undoing them both. June didn’t say anything, and when he finally semi-calmed down his hard-on, he looked back at her. She had repositioned herself on the bed, taking one side and patting the other with her hand. Her smile was gentle, her legs extended, a perfect curve forming from the line of her body against the wall. How he loved the way her legs curved. She would call herself stocky, but for him it was Rubenesque. Thick, soft, plenty for his hands to grab onto as he loved on every inch.
Enough. He needed to keep his head straight.
“Bring a movie and come here.”
He grabbed the horror off the dresser, popping it into the DVD player she had set up with a TV at the foot of her bed, and crawled in beside her. The remotes were at the ready, and she started the movie. She slid down the bed and Dragan snaked his arm under her neck so his bicep could be her pillow. Pressing her face into his chest, she took a deep breath. Dragan wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as possible.
This was the first time he’d ever truly held her. They’d watched movies together before — on beds, couches, floors — but had always sat close enough to touch but not close enough to assign any meaning to it. He’d stayed at her place before, but always in separate beds. This… this was what heaven must be. He held her tight against him as they sank deeper into the bed, her breathing slowing, deepening.
The movie blurred as his eyes drifted close, his breathing matching hers.
Dragan’s last thought before everything went black was how much he couldn’t lose the one thing that had always made sense.
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June nuzzled her head against the soft cotton, relishing the hard surface beneath that conformed to her face. Taking a deep breath, she realized her dream was her reality, Dragan nestled beside her. They hadn’t moved the entire night, his arms still holding her tight while he laid on his back. His breathing was deep, even, a slight snore hitching with every exhale. She sighed and sank further into him, never wanting it to end.
Until her eyes shot open, remembering her meeting at the Town Hall with Macy Weathers and Ruby Delacey.
“Shit, what time is it?” She sat up, wiping her eyes. The sun streaming through the window was brighter than it should be for 7 a.m., and panic set in.
