Chapter 1 - The Night Beneath His Skin

His skin was the color of coffee, smooth and dark in a way that I had always found pleasing to the eye.  Tonight was no different, and as I inhaled the scent of his cologne, I found also that I was still attracted to this man.  He was everything I had ever wanted without knowing it, and he spoke to my soul in ways others could not.
	His chocolate brown eyes affixed to my own sunlit ones, a collision of color and silent consent for what I knew came next.  My hands fit to the silk of his shirt, smoothing over the taut fabric while my eyes roamed his face for signs of displeasure, and upon finding none, I slowly began unbuttoning the shirt he wore until the line separating his abdomen was visible.  I knew what lay beneath the fabric before I ever dared to expose it - perfection.
	My hands shook as I gently pushed the fabric down his arms and back so that his chest and abdomen was completely exposed to me, and I pressed my lips to his while my fingers sought to tease his nipples.  This drew a heady groan from him, tongue parting my lips with ease, never asking for the permission I would have given anyway.
	His taste was sweet, his fingers entangling in my blue hair while a flush of heat between my legs rendered me breathless, my eyes closing while his arms enclosed around my waist and crushed me flush to his broad frame.  It was so easy for him to draw a moan from me, and it sounded as the kiss broke and I hoped to catch my breath, every bit as seduced by him as he was by me.  This was our unspoken game.  The passions between us had yet to be quelled, and with every kiss our energies amounted, pheromones rich and thick in the air as both of us lusted after the other.
	It was as close as I had ever been to heaven.
	With his hands on my hips, I slowly guided them up to my breasts, which he fondled through my bodice.  I tilted my head back, curls caressing my backside as my eyes once again fluttered close.  Why was it that his hands felt so good?  My mind went blank and there was only desire left in its wake, and I began unlacing my bodice so that his hands could freely roam my torso as the fabric fell away.  Immediately, his hands were on my bare breasts, teasing the peaks of my breasts until I all but melted against him, a writhing flame against his chocolate skin.
	"Please..."  I heard myself whisper, just as lost in my passions as he.  His full, beautiful lips fit to one of the rosy nubs and his tongue bathed it, and I could feel myself pulsating in reaction.  There was no man who could do this to me like he did.  There was no man I would let close enough.  I had never wanted anyone before Wharren came into my life.  I was happily dormant sexually, but he inspired things in me that no other could.  If things went as they were supposed to, I would be giving away my long-treasured virginity to the man I loved.  I needed him like I needed air.  He was gravity and I was drawn to him.  He was and is my world.
	Parting his legs with my knee, I let my hand slide down to rub at the front of his pants needily, craving what lay beneath the fabric.  He loosed a moan of his own while fitting his mouth to my neck, and I held him there with my free hand, chill bumps rising to the surface of my skin as he kissed and nipped there.  "Hazel, I can't stop this time.  I want you.  I want you so badly."
	I swallowed hard, barely able to breathe because I was swept up in this moment we shared.  Guiding his hands to my hips, I felt him lift me effortlessly, the muscles in his arms prominent as he walked down the cooridor leading to my bedroom, settling me against the silken sheets as his hands slowly removed my skirt.  Had it been anyone else, I would have been incredibly embarrassed, but this was Wharren.  I loved him, and I desired him more now than perhaps I ever had.
	I sat up then, my hands falling to his waist to unfasten his pants, letting them drop to the floor as I stood there staring at his erection.  Every inch of this man was appealing, and I found myself worshipping his hips and member with my hands.  I had to touch him, to stir his desires to life moreso than I already had.  His fingers curved through my curly blue hair and he guided my line of sight upward so that we could lock gazes.  Tonight would be the night.
	Wharren relieved me of my panties then, kissing down my left leg as he also slipped my shoes off, leaving me bare and exposed to his roaming gaze.  I had never felt so beautiful, and as he climbed atop me, my heart skipped a beat and I felt my pulse quicken.  His kisses were never ending as they fell along my clavicle and the hollow of my neck on both sides, and I writhed in response to his attentions, one hand steadying himself atop me while the other ravished my nipples.  My spine bowed in response to his gentle caresses, and I whispered his name.
	The attentions he lavished on my nipples soon sought the thatch of hair between my legs, his fingers stroking along the folds of my sex, and I all but trembled as his hand fit against my most private of areas.  I felt his gaze upon me, and I looked into his eyes before they travelled down my body.
	"You're beautiful, Hazel."  His hand caressed the line of my heat and I shuddered in response, my body reacting to his every touch.  "I've been waiting for this night for a long time, and I've fantasized about it, but I never thought it would be this perfect."
	"It is only perfect because it is us, Wharren.  I've anticipated this night and thought about it repeatedly, and I look forward to you making love to me.  Please...don't make me wait any longer.  Don't let me wonder what it is like to be claimed by you anymore."
	Listening, his beautiful face lit up with a smile, the flash of his white teeth making his dark skin all the more appealing.  One finger slipped within me then and I felt my breath hitch in my throat, that finger swirling around my clitoris until I writhed against the sheets.  I was maddened by his attentions, and when he thought I was ready, he lined his member up with my dampened slit, pressing within me until I felt him breach my virginity.
	"Shh...just relax, Hazel."  He caressed my cheek as I throbbed with want and the subtle pain from losing my maidenhead, and when I was ready, I looked him in the eye and asked him to continue, my legs parting further for him.  He complied with a gentle thrust forward, fingers entangling in my hair as he began his practiced rhythm.
	 I moaned despite myself, closing my eyes and focusing on the feel of his renewed invasion, and I reveled in the feel of him within me.  "Wharren..."  I whispered, body aflame with passions not yet sated.  "Don't stop..."
	My arms curved around his neck as he continued to plunge within me, and I ached with my need for release.  Already, my legs were shaking, and all thought fled as the build of climax withing my abdomen issued a brief warning before my orgasm unfolded around him, my spine curving as I practically screamed his name.  His thrusts prolonged my pleasure, and it wasn't long after I fell back against the mattress that he loosed a climax of his own, spilling his seed deep within me.  Blushing, I looked up and into his handsome face.  He was trying to catch his breath, but offered me a smile, and I partially sat up to kiss him all over his neck and collarbone.
	Moments later, we were a tangled heap in the sheets, caressing each other and kissing, skin to skin as the night consumed our consciousness.  I was content in his arms, and I fell easily into that slumber, as happy and fulfilled as I could be.
	Maybe he didn't realize it at the time, and I didn't tell him as much, but I knew he was my forever, and I was the night beneath his skin.