Gods, he looked beautiful, perched atop me like a king on his throne. His shoulders and chest dotted with freckles, stomach rising and falling beneath my hands when I grabbed at his hips. His hair fell around him like fresh wheat in the morning light, eyes sparkling like tree sap the moment before a forest fire. “Mael?” I breathed out a quiet “yes” and yanked him back down to my mouth, unable to form any other words. His giggle tasted like liquid gold, and his fingernails etched epigraphs in my skin as he dragged them across my chest, one of them catching on my nipple.
