Resting my palm against the stone at the side of her cheek, I lean in and wait for her to answer me, but she won’t even look me in the eye as she places both her palms against my chest and attempts to hold me at a distance.

“Please,” she begs, and something deep inside, something that feels dark when I’ve only ever felt light, begins to stir.

I like the sound of her begging. A lot, I decide, as I cock my head to the side and study her. Her breath comes more rushed than before. Her chest rises and falls quickly as I slowly tip her chin up, forcing her to look me in the eye.

“Do you feel faint now, Wendy?”

My thumb brushes against her bottom lip and I take a step into her on instinct. A feeling foreign to me builds, pumps through my veins as my cock lengthens between us. I’ve felt it harden for her before, but not like it’s doing now when she’s pressed up against me, her breasts, nipples, brushing lightly against my chest and her thighs noticeably shaking.

My Wendy.

A carnal need rushes through my body as my right-hand snakes behind her neck and pulls her from the wall, crushing her frame securely against mine. She gasps out when she feels, finally understands she does something to me, too. I haven’t been able to think straight since the night I flew back and noticed how much she’d changed. Blossomed. Developed into something so mouth-watering, so tempting, so fucking addictive I know I won’t be right again until I have her.

“If you need air, Darling, all you have to do is ask.”

“You’re my air, Peter.” Her eyes plead with mine, craving something we know we’re on the cusp of discovering but don’t know how to grasp it just yet.

Maybe that’s part of the magic.

Maybe something so strong, so perfect, can’t be contained.

My thumb brushes across her bottom lip and a whimper escapes her, echoing through Skull Rock, floating through the air between us. Maybe the only way to believe in the magic is to let it consume you, control you, dominate you, like my Wendy has somehow managed to find a way to rule over me.

“Are you nervous?” I whisper.

“Should I be?” she instantly whispers back.

Her body shakes. She tries to hide it. Tries to stare in my eyes confidently but I notice her shyness. I feel her insecurity. I understand her need for modesty without her even having to say a word. Though, I don’t think I can honor it tonight.

“I told you I wanted to feel you, know you, all of you, Wendy.”

“Peter, I’ve never…”

“Never what?”