He pulls it from my shoulders, and it quickly pools around my feet. I look down, notice the bloodstains and suck in a shaky breath. I feel his fingertips on either side of the waist of my panties a moment later. Slowly, tenderly, he pulls them down my thighs and instructs me to step out. I do as he says, and my center dampens. I feel his shaky breath on the backs of my thighs before he stands to his full height again and my mind races, wondering how I could feel this way for him so soon after what I just went through.

“I’m not going to touch you,” he whispers into my ear and my heart surprises me as it sinks. Even after what just happened, what I just experienced, I hadn’t noticed until right now how much I needed him to.

“Even if I want to,” he grits out, stepping into my frame. I can feel his hard length pulsing between us. His fingertips twitch at my sides but keeping to his word, they never do more than accidentally graze my skin.

“Wendy,” he breathes into the back of my neck and my lower stomach clenches. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I have to force myself to breathe. “I want to do things to you that scare me. That should scare you.”

I suck in a shaky breath as I slowly turn around and meet his stare. His gaze drops, his eyes touching every inch of my skin in a way his hands never will. Not tonight. He’s admiring, glorifying, lusting for what’s in front of him. Peter looks up at me and smiles.

Crooking his finger, he gestures for me to follow him, and helplessly I do. I would follow him anywhere. I would wait for him forever. For me, it’s always been Peter. It always will be, only Peter.

Entering another room off the master, I gasp as a waterfall flows down the back wall. He leaves my side briefly as I take in the beautiful sight. Ferns, tropical lilies, hibiscus, and gardenia flowers flow down the rock with beautiful stones that set off one of the most breathtaking waterfalls I’ve ever seen. All just for Peter. A natural shower full of magic and wonder, like I could never have imagined.

I feel his presence at my back before I hear him. He gently raises my hair off my neck and ties it at the crown of my head, all while never touching my skin like he promised.

“Peter,” I whine in a whisper.

“Wendy?” he breathes, prompting me to continue.

“What if I want you to touch me?” I confess. “What if… I need you to touch me?”

He groans, low and primal. Coming a step closer, he whispers in my ear, “That’s what scares me most. How much I need that, too.”