CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
Faye
We walk down the wide road, sweat dripping down my body, causing my dress to stick to me. My heart is slamming so powerfully in my chest, driven by my first ever orgasm and by what Felix said, all of it.
“So you really do feel the same,” he mutters again.
As we walked, I told him all of it.
I told him how my crush was never just this vague thing but a big swirling mass of us.
I told him how I wanted the future he talked about, babies and laughter and love and all of it.
Looking at him, I can’t help but smile.
He’s staring at me with his glittering green eyes, his T-shirt damp with sweat like my dress, making it hug his muscular body.
And most importantly, he isn’t laughing. He isn’t running from me.
“Yes,” he says. “All of it. I can’t believe you feel the same.”
“I do,” I murmur.
I do, I imagine saying, looking up at him as we stand beneath the altar, his soft smile aimed down at me.
“That’s funny,” he says after a pause, taking my hand again despite the sweatiness.
“What is?”
“When you said I do, it took my mind somewhere. A day in the future. Where we’ll both say those words.”
I move closer to him, clasping onto his forearm. He’s so firm, so brimming with protective impulses, and he has the body to do it, to keep me safe…to keep us safe, our family.
“I thought that too,” I say. “But I never would’ve said it.”
“Why?”
“I guess I don’t want you to think I’m….”
“Crazy?” he cuts in, chuckling. “It’s like you said, Faye. We’re both crazy. But that’s fine, as long as it’s for each other.”
I gasp when he suddenly spins, grabbing my hips in that proprietary way of his. His forceful grip proves everything has always been leading to this. To his hands on my body, letting me know who I belong to.
He leans down, kissing me. My arms wrap around his shoulders. We melt into the kiss, even as a warning signal blares at the back of my mind.
Tell him, tell him, tell him!!!
I ignore it, kissing him even harder.
He moans gruffly as our mouths open, our tongues finding each other.
“I meant what I said,” he snarls as the kiss breaks off. “I own you. You need to be clear about that. I own your round juicy ass and your big beautiful tits. I own every single orgasm you’re ever going to have. I own every kiss, every moan of pleasure. I own you. Do you understand?”
I squeeze down on his chest, nodding. “Yes. But you have to know something, Felix.”
This is my chance to tell him. We must almost be at the cabin now. My calves are aching from all the walking, but mostly my chest is aching, my soul, my heart, my everything when I think about telling him.
Would it make him want me less? Or more?