The moment his lips seal over my own, I feel lost in a wave of the purest sensations and all I can do is match his movements with my own. My fingertips pressed against his skin where the roughness of his beard began to grow shallowly. The bite of which is welcome; it helps me realize this is real, that this is no longer a song of all burning need but one of want. One that I can follow the rhythm to.
Maximus is careful not to spook me. I can feel it in our connection, in the way that he holds me close, and best yet in the way his mind is completely open to mine. Our bond is beautiful… calming, clear like a sky with no clouds, where my mind’s eye can travel into the depths of his soul, to his very core.
His reverberating hum contented to my observations are welcome, too. While I feel new
