Forbidden

Cormack Owle posted a photo:

It is…absolutely forbidden to even gaze upon him. Being caught meant certain death as per our laws. I know he’s afraid of what they would do to me if it was ever found out that not only do I dare to look at him, I touch. I taste. I speak to him, and I know his true self.
And I am completely in love and devoted to him. And…by some miracle, he is in love with me just as much as I love him.
Honestly? I don’t care about any rules or laws. He cannot leave and run away with me no matter how much we may wish it, and I have no place in his world.
Those stolen minutes together in the garden are always a priceless gift; no matter how short they may sometimes be. And those rare occurrences where we have all night…

“Wait!”
The dawn was nearly upon us and we were already out of time…but how could I resist him? I turned away from the curtain to face him and immediately found myself being wrapped in that sweet, tight embrace once again as he pressed close. Even though I’d left his arms only minutes before up in the tower, it felt like a breath of fresh air to be back in his embrace once again.
“One more?” he pleaded softly as he rose up just a touch on his feet.
With a purr, I leaned in and brushed my lips across his before I delved in slowly; deeply with restrained desire and need. A soft moan escaped him as my hand wandered lower and with a small squeeze I pulled him right up against me.
“Until tonight,” I promised as I brushed my nose gently against his. “Right here at the thirteenth hour.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Until then.”
Licking my lips and still tasting him there, I turned and slipped behind the gauzy curtain and over the edge of the railing and into the safety of the trees…

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Thank you to my husband: Vin (BMM? Pose Store) for posing with me!

To see Vin’s accompanying and related short story that inspired this picture, click:
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