The Life and Lies of Cassiopeia Rosier- Regulus Black

.weightless in water.

.his lips are softer than anything i've ever known, soft like a first snowfall, like biting into cotton candy, like melting and floating and being weightless in water.

Finally, we were alone.

Our families thought we were in France enjoying time on the beach. But Regulus secretly arranged for us to stay in a cottage by the sea. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere we could be alone. Somewhere they couldn't find us.

I gripped my dress in my hands to keep them from shaking. Not from fear, or anxiety. But from anticipation. I had waited for this moment for so, so long.

We both had.

And now that it was here, I almost didn't know where to look. At my feet? At the massive four poster bed peeking out of the bedroom? At the overstuffed chairs in the sitting area?

The cottage, while modest on the outside, was spacious, and grand within. Decorated handsomely in shades of crimson, silver, and dark mahogany. It was large and comfortable. But all I could think about was the many places my new husband could take me on.

On the intricately embroidered rug before the roaring fire. On the glossy smooth surface of the mahogany table. Up against the wall of books that loomed proudly. The sofa, the bedroom, the armchairs. Every possibility that ran through my head made me blush a deeper shade of scarlet. But it also made my body react in a way it only did when I thought of Regulus. It made me ache for him in ways I had never had satisfied before.

A fierce need arose inside of me as I imagined my hands wound in his dark curls. As I imagined his head thrown back in release. I could think of only one thing. And I wasn't worried about whether it was ladylike or not.

The man before me. My husband. The most hauntingly beautiful being I had ever laid eyes on. I wanted him.

And I wanted him now.

Nothing would stop me from tasting his skin. From kissing every part of his body. From feeling the heat of him pressed against me.

I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anything else in my life. And this time, nothing would stop me from having him.

I knew he could feel the draw too. The pull of our souls to be utterly and completely bound together.

For a slight moment we were both caught in some sort of heated trance. His eyes locked on mine and made me shiver as I saw how dark they were with desire. My breathing began to pick up under his intense gaze. My chest heaving as it became harder, and harder to breathe.

The tension in the room as we stared at each other was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Each of us almost daring the other to make the first move.

Regulus snapped first. Almost as if he couldn't stand to be separated from me for a single moment longer, he broke the trance and surged towards me.

He pulled me against him, his lips slamming to mine in a heated, intense dance for dominance. And this time, there would be no stopping. We burned for each other. And I felt as if I would extinguish completely if I were to be pulled from this moment.

He was kissing me intensely, feverishly, passionately, as if I was fresh water, and he had been wandering through the dry desert for days.

His hands roamed up and down my back, entangling in my hair, pulling the pins that held it back. And then it fell loose down my back. An inky, silky, curtain that he immediately threaded his long fingers through.

"I have waited so, so very long for this moment." He whispered, his voice strained as his breath danced across my neck, leaving goosebumps wherever it touched.