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His lips reached mine and enveloped them, soft as velvet and yet unyielding. His lips moved expertly against my mouth, caressing and demanding as he forced my mouth open and invaded it with his tongue. My body obliged and I passionately kissed him back, knowing where to put my hands that would satisfy him the most, after being married to him for so long.
His lips on mine felt so soft and so strong, moulding themselves to the shape of mine, as if they were meant to be there.
His lips fell to my neck, knowing exactly where to kiss me that would make me go numb, limp and fall into his arms. Smirking at my reaction, Pan said triumphantly, 'Found it.'
Frustrated with a competitive desire, I opened my mouth slightly and bit down gently on his lower lip, drawing him closer towards me, knowing it would make him go crazy.
'Damn, your good, Tiger Lily,' Pan snarled, pulling away from me and leaving me gasping and weak-kneed. I was still in his arms, my hands resting on his chiselled chest, looking up into his warm, comforting, yet vibrant and enticing eyes. There was something in his eyes, something dark and dangerous that met mine and allowed me to see the depths of his eyes, soul and desire.
As the kiss became more heated, he became more violent and dominant, not wanting to be conquered by me. Pan had always loved a challenge, someone to oppose his authority, someone with fire. But this had to be combined with insane, overriding respect and adoration, he wanted ultimate dominance and from me, ultimate submission.
His mouth was voracious, it claimed mine in a race of burning need, sending shivers down my spine, making me go limp in his arms, but the bed was there to catch me. Pan grabbed my arms and pulled himself ever closer towards me so I could feel his hard torso against me.
A strong, familiar hand slipped up behind my back, pulling me closer into his body and gripping my neck, holding it in place. His lips were pressed firmly against mine, forcing them to kiss back, but I didn't need forcing. No matter how much I convinced myself that this was all for Baelfire, I was enjoying it and I didn't want to stop. I wanted Pan, more of Pan.
His tongue stroked, caressed, fought for dominance, keeping me in constant motion, never ceasing the attack on me. Meanwhile, his lips kept busy, holding me prisoner with a persistent, intoxicating rhythm that sent waves of delicious heat through my body. It felt like a kiss that lasted a lifetime.
My arms went around him, pulling him closer until I could feel his rock-hard chest pressing into mine. I was stunned into compliance, but at the same time, I wanted to comply and do exactly what my carnal desires and instincts instructed.
His mouth moved from mine, over my cheek, and my chin, down to my throat. 'Pan...' I murmured, running my hands through his hair and bringing him closer towards me.
He pulled away and growled into the darkness, 'I want you, Tiger, so much!'
'I want you too, Peter Pan,' I breathed helplessly as he found the little hollow at the base of my throat, groaning as he reached it.
He lifted himself from me to pull his shirt off, allowing me time to remove my dress from over my head, leaving him just in his pants and me just in my underdress. While hovering above me, his head caught a beam of moonlight, illuminating his eyes that burned with cold fire. Without giving me the chance to breathe, he claimed my mouth again instantly. I kissed back frantically, smiling into his mouth as my hands found his bare, muscular torso, running my hands over his body.
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Peter's Lily (Sequel to Pan's Tiger)
Fanfiction'I no longer love you... And I never will.' I declared to Pan angrily. He smirked, because he could taste my lie in the air. Once, when I had located the owner of the Heart of the Truest Believer, I had loved Peter Pan. I had admired him and trusted...
