Tink
His hands gently peel the robe off my shoulders, letting it fall down at my feet. He takes a step back and studies my entire body, from head to toe, lingering on my legs, my breasts and then on my lips, before pulling me back into his warm embrace. He hides his face in my hair and takes a deep breath.
"I love it how you smell like strawberries all the time!" He says and plants a moist kiss in the crook of my neck. I manage to push back his shirt, peeling it off his shoulders so that I can touch his burning skin. I still can't believe this is happening, that I'm doing this, but somehow I know this is right, deep in my heart.
"I've dreamt of your touch for months! Ever since I saw you shifting for the first time." He whispers against my ear and then bites my earlobe.
"You did?" I ask him with a shaky voice, overwhelmed by my body's reactions to his touch, his voice, his kisses. I'm im a sinfully delicious lustful haze, and I don't want this feeling to end.
"I've fought with myself, tried to convince myself not to pursue you, that you wouldn't betray Peter." His name comes like a bucket filled with ice cold water, breaking all the magic of the moment, so I take a step back.
"Please don't mention his name ever again!" I tell him and begin hiding myself from Hook, the memories of Peter's hands on my body coming back to my mind.
"Forgive me, love! I will never speak his name again unless you ask me to. I swear this to you! I don't want to see you suffer." His voice is soft and shooting as he reaches out for me and pulls me in his embrace once more. I cuddle against his chest, and he just holds me and gently stokes my hair for a couple of seconds.
"Who knew things would turn out like this?" I ask him, nuzzled against his chest, letting him comfort me, accepting that I want him next to me.
"I prayed for this, love! And here you are!" He lets me go for a second to sit down on the couch and guides me to sit down on top of him. His lips capture mine as my legs wrap around his waist. Our kiss is filled with longing for each other and with something I can't yet figure out, but it feels just right. It feels like this is where I belong.
His lips travel down my neck as his hands roam the skin on my back, grabbing my ass and guiding me to move against his growing bulge. The friction sends electricity through my entire body, and I let out a shaky moan. How can he make my body burn for him with just this? When his lips find my right nipple, a haze slowly starts taking over my mind, and I let it consume me without any second thoughts.
He stands up, with my legs wrapped around him and his hands on my ass, and walks towards the door. After he locks it, he carries me to the bed and slowly places me on top of it, towering over me and covering my entire body with kisses.
"You are worth everything, love!" He says as he kisses my inner thigh and gently bites the skin.
"Please..." I beg, completely under his spell. My entire body hurts from the need. I can't take it anymore!
"You wish is my comand, love!" He says with a smirk on his lips, and then I feel his tongue parting my folds. My body charges instantly. He smiles at my reaction and continues slowly playing with my bundle of nerves and a few licks later, when he inserts a finger inside me, I come apart under his skillful tongue.
"So responsive, love!" His lips trace kisses, coming up on my skin and capturing my lips again. I struggle to undo his pants and push them off, earning a melodic chuckle from his side.
"So eager!" He bites my lower lip and inserts his finger inside me again. I let out another moan and throw my head back into the pillow and arch my back. He just continues to kiss my neck as his finger moves in and out of me, slowly building up the sensations to a new orgasm.
"So wet for me!" He says, and I finally hear his pants falling down the floor. I don't have the courage to look down. I simply stare into his eyes as he places himself against my entry and begins to push inside. The pain is bearable, at the beginning, making my breathing speed up as he slowly enters me, inch by inch, stretching me slowly. But then, I feel like the stretch is too much, too painful. My face twists and my nails dig into his back as I try to figure out how to handle the feeling. I want his to continue, but it feels like he's tearing me apart.
"Sorry, love!" He whispers against my neck and then bites deep into the skin to distract me while completely sinking inside me in one go. I cry with pain and scratch his back, and he stills, finding my eyes and my lips, placing soft kisses on my nose and my cheeks.
"Your body will accommodate in a few seconds. It won't hurt as much, I promise!" He says and kisses me slowly, lighting up tingles inside me, around him. When he starts moving again, the pain slowly subsides. The feeling of him inside me overwhelmes me. Never in a million years have I thought that my body could react this way to someone, and Hook was definitely not the man I had imagined my first time with. And yet, I wouldn't change this for the world.
His breathing deepens as his moves become sloppier. He continues to slowly move in and out of me, the friction cause tingles in my entire body. He squeezes my ass one more time before spilling himself inside me with a low grunt. He remains inside of me and kisses me slowly and sweetly.
"Thank you, love!" He says while looking deep into my eyes. He looks so happy, so relaxed. I don't think I've ever seen him happy in all these years I've known him.
"For?" I ask him while caressing his cheek, smiling from ear to ear.
"For coming back to me... for giving your all to me!" His voice is filled with emotion, and it brings tears in my eyes. As they escape on my cheeks, he kisses them and then the tip of my nose.
"Don't cry, my love! Why are you crying?" He asks me a little panicked.
"Because I'm happy!" I finally tell him, and he rolls on my side and pulls me into his embrace.
"Let me tell you a secret! You've made me the happiest man in the world!"
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Pixie Love(Pixie Series 1-Completed)
FantasyThis book contains mature content! Life is a never ending replay of the same scenarios for Tinkerbell. The same old chasing with the pirates, the same old dances around the fire with the Lost Boys. But all that changes in one moment: the moment he s...