me and then he followed me inside.
“That sounds really good actually…” I said.
Safir got busy making pancakes while I went to the bookshelf to find another book to read. He had a taste for the classics. I chose one of them and curled up on the couch to read while Safir cooked.
“Have you read that story before?” Safir asked me curiously and I glanced over at him and nodded.
“Yeah, I’ve read it once in college and absolutely loved it. The story is just complete, you know? That and you have to love a good thriller-mystery tale.”
Safir went on to tell me about his favorite ‘human’ literature. I found it fascinating that he had adopted so much of our culture and really respected it as well.
The way he described his home on Voltaire, I would have thought Safir to be close minded and the type to deem himself superior to the human race. He was smart though, and he knew he had to assimilate for the survival of himself and his men.
Safir and I ate our pancakes and actually managed to watch a movie together while in bed. I thought that maybe Safir was waiting for me to admit that I loved him too and wanted him as completely as he wanted me. It grew late and soon I fell asleep against Safir’s shoulder.
I dreamed about Safir, his attentive blue eyes and his almost reluctant smile. I was sitting outside of the café and asked him continually to come over and give me a kiss. He was casually leaning against the wall over by the storefront windows and simply refused.
In my dream, just before I woke up, I asked him why he wouldn’t come over and kiss me. He laughed and told me that he loved me before looking at me expectantly.
I woke up and found that I was sprawled across Safir’s chest and he had actually been sleeping for a change. His eyes opened, he was instantly alert when I lifted my head to look at him. Safir bit his lip and looked like he was trying not to smile.
“What?” I asked. I had never seen Safir with such an expression. He was usually so collected; it was kind of a turn on.
My eyes widened with suspicious realization, “Did you…you didn’t have the same dream I had, did you?” Safir laughed and the sound was delicious to my ears.
“I did; do you have something you would like to tell me?” Safir seemed eager for me to finally admit my feelings for him. He sat up with me tucked into his lap and I took a deep breath and looked him right in the eye.
“I love you,” I said, the words felt natural coming off of my lips and I smiled at how light, yet how full my heart felt.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I said it a few more times and Safir smiled widely.
“I don’t want to be without you Safir, I want to be your mate,” I said a bit more seriously. I was ready for him to mark me; I was ready to make love to him.
Something clicked in my chest, like a puzzle piece being put to it’s right spot as I looked into Safir’s blue eyes. He slid me off of his chest and then pressed his body against mine so that I felt every inch of him against me. He was definitely ready to finally claim me as his.
Safir removed my clothes without ripping them and quickly got rid of his as well before he pulled me against his naked body. Safir gently caressed up and down my spine and goose bumps raced across my skin as electric fire sizzled through my veins.
“Arianna, I cannot promise that I will be completely gentle with you for this,” Safir’s tone was soft and quietly promising.
My entire core clenched and my clitoris throbbed. I didn’t really want him to be gentle; I wanted him to take me. Safir inhaled my scent as the tip of his nose ran up the skin of my neck. I shivered in anticipation and my nipples hardened against his chest. I was already getting wet and he was barely touching me.
Safir pushed me gently onto my back and I looked up at him with wide-eyed anticipation. He nudged my thighs apart and settled in between them, his cock slid against my clit and settled against