Zoe

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When I woke up, I knew I had never felt as good as I did then before in my life. Comfortable and warm, happy and content, safe and loved. I nuzzled closer to what I used as a pillow and took a deep breath. The scent of forest hit me and for a moment it made me smile. But the next I sat up straight in the bed and moved as far away as I could.

"What? What's wrong?" Felix also sat up with a startled expression and looked everywhere around.

"I... I'm sorry. I... I shouldn't have fallen asleep while touching you. What if I'd lost control and killed you while sleeping? I'm so sorry, so sorry." Tears welled up in my eyes, though I didn't know what emotion it was that made me cry. The fear, guilt or relief.

He pulled me into a hug.

"It's okay, Zoe. Everything is fine," he comforted me, drawing circles on my back with his hand. "And I wouldn't have slept like that next to you if I hadn't been sure it would be fine."

"How could you have known that? You couldn't have been sure. It was a stupid gamble," I reprimanded him through my tears.

He laughed softly in my ear. "Since you did lose control of your magic a little at one point, but didn't lose control over that, I was very sure."

"What do you mean?"

I pulled away from him and looked at all parts of him I could see, then around the room to try to find the damage that I had done. But all looked fine.

He didn't answer me, but trailed a finger over my collarbone and then down to cup my breast. A blush spread over me as I realized I was naked. I moved further away and pulled at the blanket to cover myself as I tried to rack my brain to remember how I had gotten undressed. But all that I could remember was Felix's touch and kisses and how good it had felt. How Felix had been right and that when I relaxed and let the feeling come, the explosion of pleasure in my body had been amazing.

But how in the name of the Goddess had I gotten naked?

"I think you must have thought your clothes were in the way," Felix said with a teasing smile.

"I... I made them disappear?" I bent down my head and covered it with the blanket. I couldn't believe I had done something like that. It was definitely not like me. For Goddess's sake, just a few hours ago I still desperately clung on to my clothes.

"You're adorable," Felix said and hugged me, though I still had the blanket covering me.

"Stop it," I mumbled, but also leaned into his embrace. I let go of the blanket and got out from under it. "But it's unfair. You're still fully dressed."

He laughed again and kissed the tip of my nose. "I'm sure you can change that."

He placed a hand around my neck and we locked our lips together again. I placed myself on his lap, facing him, and moved my hands down to start unbuttoning his shirt, only to feel his bare chest instead of fabric. I pulled away to look at his upper body in astonishment.

"I didn't..."

"I guess your unconscious is one step ahead of you," he said before kissing my neck.

I let out a soft sigh and started exploring his body with my hands. I felt the hard muscles in his arms. The smoothness of his back. I pushed him a little, and he obeyed by laying down on the bed. I moved my hands over his chest and twirled the little hair he had there. My lips were next to explore. I kissed his neck and heard him suck in a breath. My lips wandered down to his chest as my hands also traveled further down. They got to the edge of his pants and I tugged a bit on it, before I, more consciously that time, made the pants disappear as well. I could see the shape of his cock clearly under his underwear and as I stroked it with the fabric still in between, it twitched slightly.

I was getting excited again. Even more excited than I had been earlier. If that was because I now was less nervous or because of anticipation of knowing he'd soon be inside of me, I didn't know.

I looked up his body and to his face. He had his eyes closed and he almost looked a bit pained. I leaned back down to kiss him again, to make sure all was well. I rubbed myself against his cock as our lips met again, felt pulses of pleasure. But also an increasing need for more.

Just as I was about to remove his underwear, Felix flipped us around so that he was on top of me. His eyes met mine and there was a burning in them. He leaned his forehead on mine and moved his hips, still with his underwear on. My hands gripped his back, my legs hugged his hips, and soft moans left me every time he hit the right spot.

I felt a desperate need build inside me. I wanted more and more and then I felt a slight difference. He stopped and had a smirk on his face. I realized I must have made his underwear disappear.

He leaned down his head to my ear.

"Tell me if it hurts or feels uncomfortable," he whispered to me, but I could not imagine anything hurting at that point. I just wanted him, all of him, closer, as close as was possible.

He moved his hand down and I could then feel the head of his cock rub along my slit. It sent another wave of pleasure and another moan left my lips, louder than the previous ones. He then positioned himself, and I could feel him pressing at my opening. Then I realized what might hurt. Just from that, I knew he was much wider than my opening was.

But as he pressed more, it was only a feeling that I gladly welcomed. Slowly he filled me up, stretched me and touch all of my inside. We were connected, and I had never felt that close to anyone on so many levels.

"Mate," I whispered, and that was truly the only word that fit to describe what Felix was to me. The person I trusted and loved the most. The person I was the closest to. Connected now physically, just as we had been connected emotionally.

"Are you alright?" he asked and kissed my cheek.

"Yes," I answered and then added, "Please Felix, I want you."

He moved his hips back and forth, in and out. I felt the pleasure bubbling in me, growing stronger and stronger as he moved faster and faster. My nails held onto his back, steadied myself and also to keep him close. He had one hand in my hair and the other leaned against the bed by my face. The sounds of pleasure we made mixed together in the air.

I felt that same feeling from before, the one where I stood on the edge about to jump. But I didn't want to jump, not because I was afraid like before, but because I wanted all of this to go on and on. Felix picked up the speed, however, and it became impossible to stay on the edge. My muscles tightened, my hold on him became unbreakable. I could feel my toes curl and my body arched towards his as a moan got stuck in my throat. But I also heard Felix let out a moan that sounded different from the rest. There was a twitch in his body and he became still.

We both breathed heavily. Forehead to forehead. I slowly opened my eyes and saw him do the same. His eyes slowly cleared from lust and I guessed mine were doing the same thing.

I moved my head up a little, and he lowered his so our lips met.

"I love you, Zoe," he murmured and I could really feel it, feel his love for me vibrate through my body. It was a sure sign that the mating was completed, that we now would always and forever be one and able to feel what the other felt. And it was such a wonderful feeling. 

His love was a protective and fierce love, filled with passion and heat. But sweetness was the main thing I could feel in his love for me. There were so many parts to his love, but it was all laced with sweetness. 

Felix's eyes widen, so I knew he had to be feeling something similar too. I wondered what my love for him felt like, but I didn't have to wonder for long. His eyes softened, and he rolled off me to lie on his side before pulling me into a firm hug.

"You don't have to worry so much," he told me and I felt shocked. Worry was far from what I thought I felt at the moment.

"It's not what you're feeling. All I can feel is your love," he answered my thoughts. "But it is as if the love is seen from the other side of a window of worry and fear."

As he said that, it made sense. Fear and worry were ingrained parts of me and had definitely always been present around Felix. But I didn't want that. I wanted my love to be more similar to his, or at least not tainted with negative emotions.

"Your love is laced with sweetness," I told him.