Faerytale, The Greatest TAle Never Told... *Book One*

*Heat* (Prologue)

                I felt fear as he approached. Not of him, but that he might turn the other way. That I might never know him; that he might leave me to myself. But his steps came closer, and I burned at his very sight. As he finally arrived, he reached close, running his long and graceful fingers over the skin of my hand, of my inner wrist, curling, tingling pleasure, following in their wake. Then his fingers found their way upwards, along my arms, across my tender shoulders and neck. The burning continued; the intensity building stronger. My emotions were a whirlwind from the effect he was having on me.

                They ended their assault just under my chin. I could feel the thickness, molten gold that scorched my insides in deep pleasure. My heart beat out a fierce rhythm against my ribcage, a tune as old as time itself. Tilting my chin upwards, my eyes closed on their own accord. "I could just smell the aroma of him, pine, woodsy . . . and something else." I thought just before his lips descended to claim mine. What was fire before was now a raging inferno. The response to his arms wrapped around me, his grip strong, but pleasurable, the pressure of his lips on mine, dizzying. As the assault continued, the intensity increased. I could feel the velvet caress of his tongue as it slid across my swollen, silken lips.

                I sighed in pleasure, a moment of weakness, and his tongue dove deep, a caress of velvet on velvet; my initiation into the physical aspects of life, a blazon web of temptation. A mating of intensity so complete, that I could feel myself burning in the depths. I could feel the heat as it spread out twofold, the first, from our joined lips, the second, from my middle. Deep within my core, the muscles bunched and released, shooting outward in ripples of tension and flames. A deep pulse, a liquid heat as it raced outward. As it spread, it fed the inferno of my desire higher, the two sensations, waiting to join, to mate and burn me into cinders.

                My mind racing, my heart beating beyond ability, I waited for the explosion, for my life to end on such a wondrous eruption. My thoughts were beyond me now, they were consumed. There was only us, only us and the passion. His hands continued their work, his assault along my flesh now. Quickly, through a thickened haze, I realized that we were bare, his fingertips running across my sensitive, hardened nipples. Our union broke, as his lips descended lower and his tongue took its turn below at my silent torture.

                I could feel him consuming me, knew that we were no longer each other, we were quickly becoming one. Pulling his lips free, a trail of liquid fire followed as he brought his mouth to my ear.

                "I claim you now, but you must offer yourself willingly. Will you be mine?" His voice was thick with passion.

                I felt the heat burn even higher, felt as it completely consumed me. "I claim you." The words a mere whisper as they worked themselves out, between my moistened lips to consume us both in the savage heat.

copyright 2012, Aelfwynn MacGregor, AMB

 Thanks...please comment & vote!