“Peter,” she breathes, “show me how much you love me.”

Her whisper comes out timid. As if I didn’t plan on doing just that. She averts her eyes, starting to work on the buckle of my belt when I stop her again. She doesn’t look up at me right away, her hands tremble as they rest against my skin.

“Wendy,” but she still doesn’t look me in the eye. “Darling, look at me.”

She shakes her head and bites her bottom lip before starting to undo my belt again. Taking a step forward, I cage her in between me and the bed, forcing her hands against my stomach to make her stop what she’s doing.

“Look me in the eyes, tell me you don’t want this, and we’ll stop,” I demand. “I said I loved you. I meant it. Loving you is the only thing I’ve ever done right so far in my life. I won’t fuck that up now.”

She raises her face, but her eyes remain closed.

“Wendy, I’ll take you anyway I can have you. It doesn’t have to be like this…”

“Peter,” she cries. “I think I could handle you better when you were selfish.”

I laugh as my hands come up and cradle her face. A tear falls from her eyes, but she smiles, a sigh falling from her lips as I brush her sadness away.

“I’m still selfish, Wendy, when it comes to you.” She lets out a soft sob that scares me, making my hands begin to shake as I hold her still in the darkness. “In my life, I want you, any way I can have you.”

She sucks in a sharp breath and her sadness seems to lift. Opening her eyes, she pulls me closer by my belt loop.

“Then take me, Peter. Make me yours. Because I’m just as selfishly in love with you.”

This time, when I taste her lips on mine it’s like coming home. She’s my home. My world. My Wendy. There is no point in living if she’s not by my side.

My hands fall to her waist, and I hoist her up in my arms. Her breasts press firmly against my chest, and I groan when her nipples graze across my bare skin.

“Darling,” I whisper, as I lay her body back against the cool sheets. “I’m dying to taste you.” I run my finger along the thin fabric of her panties, watching as her wetness presses against the lace. “I’m desperate to feel you wrapped around me.”