This is Book 1 of the Arcelia Series.* Book 2 is in the works!
*Can be read as a stand-alone
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Malik Jackson needed help. After being exiled from the ocean, he washed up on the beach covered in injuries and missi...
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~ ~ Malik ~ ~
Ever since Xander and I made out last night, there's been an unspoken buzz in the air around us. Every little touch we make, every time our eyes meet, each tiny interaction is sweetened with the thought of what we did, and more importantly, what we could do.
These thoughts were consuming me all day long, so as we finished dinner, I grabbed Xander by the arm and marched him back to our room to talk about it.
"Malik, slow down," he laughed as I closed and locked the door behind us.
"You feel it too, right?" I stared up at him, waiting for him to tell me I'm not insane.
Xander smiled and tilted his head at me. "Of course I feel it. I was just waiting for you to say something." I almost attacked him with another question, but he spoke before I could. "I didn't want to approach you first, because I wanted you to be comfortable asking me about this sort of thing. The truth is..." he stepped closer to me and cornered me against the door. "...I want you, Malik." As he stared down at me, his pupils dilated and his expression took on something new, something full of desire and lust.
I was unable to speak for a moment, but eventually I squeaked out, "y-you do?" Nice one, Malik. Real classy.
"I do," Xander grabbed my hands and gave them a soft squeeze. "So, if this is okay, I want to start this. I want to do everything with you. How far are you willing to go?" He asked.
"Uhm," our position registered slowly in my brain, but I knew I was okay with it. More than okay with it. I really liked the way he kept me against the door. "I want this, too," I finally decided.
That was all I had to say. We started with little kisses, which turned into making out like before. His mouth traveled down my neck and we slowly undressed each other as we made our way slowly to the bed. When all our clothes were off, Xander picked me up and then dropped me on the mattress, climbing on top of me to keep our lips locked together.
I had never felt so alive, so electrified, so exhilarated. It was liberating in a way that I had never experienced before, like finally tasting food after a lifetime of starvation, or that first sip of water in a dry mouth.
As we made out, our hands explored each other's bodies, memorizing them, familiarizing ourselves with the other person.
Xander's kisses moved from my lips and down my neck again, but this time, he didn't stop. He traveled slowly down my chest, over my stomach, and finally, to my waist. Just before he got to my lower regions, he looked up at me with a questioning gaze. I smiled at him, out of breath, excited, and ready.
We continued this dance knowing that if we went all the way, we would both be comfortable and fully ready to devote ourselves to the other person.
That was what led us to lay side by side, sweaty, out of breath, and in complete bliss. We couldn't wipe the goofy grins from our faces and I was sure that anyone who saw us later on would know immediately what we did, just because of how we looked at each other.
