Chapter 30 #2
I nodded. His erection was as exciting as I remembered.
I felt him up and down and then again as he panted my name and closed his eyes.
A moan escaped to encourage me. He curled me closer to his body with one arm and untied the string of his slacks with the other.
In spite of his usual air of confidence, his question reemerged, weak.
“But you’re sure?” he checked.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve been sure my whole life. It’s you, Will. It’s always been you.”
He kissed me; we went back together as one. He pulled himself out and held it in his hand to tempt the slick entrance of my core.
“I want you,” I whispered. “Only you.”
Then he slid himself against me, daring but not entering yet. “You are so wet, my love,” he said.
I stirred.
“So wet,” he parroted, heavy and wanting. “So beautiful.”
Will taunted me with his tip. He sent his length between my valley, but it was not enough. I wanted him inside.
“Please,” I asked.
He whispered. “We’ll go slow.” Then he pushed inside, as promised. Slow.
Quickly, I realized exactly what he had meant when he talked of pain. My body stretched around him, but not without a jolt, and an embarrassing yelp.
He stopped. I felt him at the very end of myself but he rested, using his arm to steady his shape above me.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “Is this okay?”
I sent my hand to the back of his neck and nodded. “Y-Yes. It’s okay.”
Tentatively, he drew himself back, almost out of me, then returned. I didn’t flinch the second pass, and each time he thrusted, I felt less injured, and more strange.
“What do I feel like?” I asked.
He laughed, finding my eyes. Then he considered the question a moment longer. “You feel… Warm. Tight. Incredible… What do I feel like to you?” he asked.
I blushed.
“Do I feel good?” he asked.
I beamed, then nodded. “Yes. You feel…I don’t know.”
“What do I feel like, love?” he asked. His smile teased me.
“You feel like home,” I said. “I feel ridiculous saying it, but…”
“Home?” That raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean like… not the cold castle walls, but-uhh. Ah!” I vaulted over a sudden spike of sensation. “You feel like the way, the way–like when Spring comes. When the snow is gone. When the sun warms your face for the first time in months. You feel like where I belong.”
He surged further, faster. “Home. Yes. You feel like home, too, Princess.”
“I’m, I’m so– Willem, I can’t think.”
“Then don’t,” he purred. “Don’t think. Just come. Come home for me.”
I clawed into the blanket, animalistically cinching my legs together and tighter around his hips. Obediently, I did what he said and lost myself into his metaphor. His hand found my knee, and as I writhed, still riding the absolute high, he pulled himself out of me, and flipped me to my stomach.
Will pressed a set of sweet kisses down my body. He brushed my hair from his path. I felt his release strike and pool onto my back.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he said. “My beautiful Swan.”
“It’s warm,” I whispered, surprised.
“Heh. Sorry. Let me clean you off.”
Willem stood and found one of the folded linens near my wardrobe, then he returned to do as he had promised. He exhaled.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t think about where I could finish until I was close,” he said. “I had to improvise.”
“I don’t mind,” I said.
He sat next to my side, playing with my hair.
“I’d say something clever right now but I have no words,” I said.
“No words, huh? I’ve rendered you speechless? If making love to you is all it would’ve taken, I should have been corrupting you from the start.”
“You don’t corrupt me,” I told him. “You bring me closer to God.”
“Yeah? Give me a few minutes and we’ll find Him again,” he said.
He crawled into the space next to me, wrapping me into his arms.
I sighed. “Do you think if you hadn’t been forced to leave we’d be together now?” I asked. I looked up to see his face.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I’m sure your father would not have allowed us to marry.”
“Would you have asked anyway?”
He bent his neck. “I would've wanted to.” He held his hand at the back of my head. “I will say… Nevermind. It’s stupid.”
“Oh, please tell me?” I asked. “I want so badly to be inside your mind right now.”
He sighed, agreeing. “I… It’s so silly. You’ll never let me live it down.”
“I might,” I pried. “If you’re nice to me.”
He laughed. “It’s just… When we were kids, I used to look forward to the days you’d find me working.
I still remember how red your face got in the summer sun.
How bad you did in heat, but came back anyway.
I know it’s deranged, but I chose the name Cyrus Evergreen because of it.
Yes, I would’ve asked your father anyway. ”
“What? You picked…?”
“Cyrus. It means sun. And King’s Land, it’s paved in evergreens. I wanted to hold onto the memory of your crimson cheeks for life, so that’s why I picked it.”
“I think that is by far the sweetest, most devastatingly romantic thing anyone has ever said ever,” I declared. “Ever, Willem. Not just to me. ….Except, now I feel bad because it’s sort of not true.”
“What’s not true?” he asked.
“The redness,” I confessed.
“Sweetheart, I saw you. Every day. As much as you may hate to admit it, you’re not much of an outdoorsman.”
“No. It…it wasn’t the sun’s fault that I was red, you fool. It was yours.”
“Mine?” he asked.
“Yes,” I told him. “I was blushing over you, not overheating. You made me feel…Well.”
We shared a laugh and his face twisted in a new way with his surprise.
“I’m flattered, and I don’t want this night to end,” he said.
“Nor I,” I replied. I snuggled closer. “How late will the party go on?”
He shrugged. “I don't know, but I should leave soon. The staff will do their rounds soon, I suspect.”
“You can go, if you must, though I am not opposed to you living here forever.”
“Of course you’re not,” he said. “Not a care in the world for my safety. Such a spoiled brat you are.” There was no heat behind his words. He brushed my hair with his thumb. “My brat.”
We were quiet for a few moments.
“Willem…When I return home after the wedding, I’ll have a house built for you near the Capitol. Somewhere where we can keep Isaac. And we’ll–”
“Svana.” He kissed my crown. “Let’s not think about that right now.”
“But–”
“Let me just hold you,” he said. “Just for a while.”