“I think one of the things I love most, about being here, about Neverland, about you,” she takes my breath away and I close my eyes, waiting for her to continue, “is the freeing feeling of never having to grow up. Not if I don’t want to.”

The anxious worrying feeling I experienced moments ago quickly grows thicker as it settles into the pit of my stomach and suddenly spreads throughout my bones like wildfire.

“And what if, one day, you change your mind?” I blurt out the question that’s been on my mind without even thinking, speaking from my heart while silently cursing myself for being so vulnerable. “What if, one day, you decide you want to leave all this behind?”

“I don’t know if I ever could.” Her hand tightens in mine, and I instinctively grip hers even tighter.

“Good,” my heart eases some as I force her to face me, bringing our hands up between us and kissing the back of her palm. “Because I wouldn’t let you.”

A possessive feeling like I’ve never felt before rushes through my veins as she stares, bewildered back into my gaze. Selfishly, I act on instinct and lean her back gently against the soft forest floor, covering her body with my own. She’s tense underneath me. Her eyes hold a tenderness, a sort of scared curiosity as I grip her waist in one hand and cup my other palm around the back of her neck.

Kissing each side of her mouth, she settles gently in my arms and then sighs. “Liar,” she giggles a moment later.

My body throbs with greed. My entire soul fills with the hungry, carnal desire to make good on both threats. To take her innocence and keep her. Make her mine forever. Make sure she can never leave me.

My cock grows, thickens quickly, pulsing between us with the same impatient need. Kissing across her cheek and lowering my mouth to her neck, I grind up the inside of her thigh on instinct. Her body becomes hard. Closed off. Her hands that were once running through my hair stop as I subconsciously take what my body wants. I press my hips harder against her center and hiss out when my length forcibly runs up through the curve between her pussy and thigh.

Whispering in her ear, she lets out a shaky breath as I say, “I’d never lie to you, Wendy. I stole you away with me because it pleased me. Little did I know, I’d never truly be satisfied until I fully claimed you as mine.”

She lets out an eager moan and all it does is fuel my appetite. One of her legs rises and she wraps it around my waist tightly. I groan into the curve of her neck, feeling myself throbbing against her thigh.

Maybe that’s what I love most about my Wendy. My Darling.