Different Worlds

Chapter 16

Just a warning, this fic's rating has changed to M for sexual content. I probably should have changed the rating a lot sooner, but oh well. As you can tell from the last chapter, there will be sexual things happening. So don't blame me if it's not your cup of tea.

Also, I am so happy you like Red being in the story and you enjoyed my chapter! Although I don't read much Red Beauty fics, I definitely see the chemistry and I'm more than happy to oblige in your wishes. Belle is a cute little wolf, and Red fits perfectly with her. Enjoy the chapter. :)

"I think it's time we push the limits of this contract. What do you say?"

Regina's POV

My question surprises Emma. She blinks very slowly, swallows hard at my actions and the tone of my voice. I can tell she isn't put off by the idea—the girl is blown away by desire just from being touched by the two wolves. She isn't experienced whatsoever, so the simple, innocent touches have affected her quite deeply. I find it rather amusing, noticing her forest eyes have darkened a few shades.

"Well?" My question hangs in the air for a couple seconds, increasing the tension.

"Do you love me?"

Now I'm the one caught off guard. My mouth falls open slightly, but I quickly compose myself. I am a Queen—I keep my emotions in check. Although it seems Emma is the one forcing my feelings out into the open where I'm vulnerable. It's not particularly a bad feeling, it's just... new. No one has ever made me feel the way this girl has. Although we were apart for nearly a decade, my feelings continued to grow for her. She was my last shred of light that kept me alive, from slipping completely into madness. If I voice what I feel, the universe may take her away from me like it took away Daniel.

"I heard you talking to Robin when I was sick." Emma stares at me intently, her eyes burning with the need for an answer. She shakes her head. "I don't know if it was just a dream, or if what I heard was real..."

I smile and cup her cheek, fighting the urge to spit out the truth. "I can't answer that. Not yet."

Emma pulls away. "Why not?" By the tone her voice, she's obviously hurt. "I thought you wanted me."

"Oh, Emma. I do want you." I lean forward and hungrily capture her lips, stealing any other questions or protests from her mouth. I can't focus on such emotional things, not now. Right in this moment, I want the physical touch that I have missed for so many years. I want to teach, to take control, to claim.

When Emma's hands come up, trying to push me away in a panic for oxygen, I finally let up. Emma gasps, her eyes wide and her chest heaving. I take it she's never been kissed like that before. I allow her a few more seconds of precious air before I delve back in, my tongue swiping across her plump, pink lips and stroking her tongue, invading every inch of her. She tastes so delectable, so sweet. I soon find myself craving for more, for the source.

Not letting up on the kiss, I yank the girl's tank top over her head before whisking away her bra as well. Emma moans into my mouth as my nails graze her skin. How sensitive she is—the slightest touches set her off and cause her to quiver. Next come the pants, though they are more difficult to remove. Cursing this tight leather, I yank at the material hard enough to make Emma hiss in pain.

Emma gently pushes me away from her, lifting her hips up to aide me in the removal of her clothing. This surprises me, as I was sure she would be more hesitant, being a virgin. But no, she's showing the eagerness of a woman who has done this dozens of times, ready to jump into action. I sharply inhale at the feel of her warm skin beneath the palms of my hands, and I move to kiss her again; this time, moving down to her neck.