Page 9 of Big Wild Fighter

The air between us shifts. It’s charged now, thick with the unspoken things that have been building over the past few days. I’m not sure who moves first, but suddenly, we’re close. His hand finds my waist, pulling me gently toward him. The feel of his body so close to mine is dizzying, like the world tilts for a second, but I don’t care. I want him.

I look up at him, and this time, I don’t hold back. I reach up, my hands resting against his chest for a brief moment before I tilt my head up, meeting his lips with mine.

The kiss is soft at first, but then he shifts his angle and deepens the kiss and the whole world explodes. His lips press harder against mine, and I melt into him. My hands find their way to his shoulders, then to his neck, as I let myself fall into him completely.

He tastes like wine and something familiar—like home, but so much better. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, andmy body responds instantly, heat spreading from my chest to my fingertips.

Our hips are flush together in this position and there’s no mistaking the way he feels, the way he wants me. And suddenly, I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I want is him.

His touch burns through me, every inch of his hands on my body sending jolts of heat straight to my core. My head spins, and I can’t think clearly, only feel. I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, and now that it’s happening, I’m struggling to keep up with the rush of emotions and sensations. But it’s not just the physical pull I feel—it’s something deeper. Something that makes me feel seen in a way I’ve never experienced before.

I pull back slightly, my breath shallow, my fingers still resting against his chest. “Marlon,” I say, my voice barely a whisper, but it’s enough to get his attention.

He pulls back, his forehead resting against mine, his eyes full of concern as he scans my face. “What is it? Are you okay?”

I bite my lip, my pulse quickening. This is it. This is the moment where I either take a leap or I hold back. I don’t know if I can do this without being honest with him. Not now. Not when everything feels so intense, so real.

“I—I need to tell you something,” I start, the words coming out rushed. “I’ve never... I mean, I’ve never been with anyone before.”

His eyes soften immediately, and he lifts a hand to cup my cheek. “Grace,” he says gently, his voice low and soothing. “You don’t need to explain yourself. I’m not going anywhere.”

I feel a wave of relief wash over me, but also a flutter of nervousness. “I just—I don’t want to mess this up. You’ve been so patient with me. I don’t want you to think I’m not ready, or that I don’t want this. I do. I just... don’t know how to do this.”

Marlon’s thumb brushes across my cheek, his gaze intense but calm. “Hey, you don’t have to rush into anything. We’ll go at your pace, okay? I’m in no hurry. Whatever you want, whenever you’re ready. I’m not going to pressure you. We’ll take it slow.”

The sincerity in his voice makes my heart ache. I want to believe him so badly. I want to trust that this—us—can be everything I’ve hoped for, that he’s really here for me. But the uncertainty still lingers, like a shadow over everything we’ve shared. I wonder how long this will last. Whether he’ll still be here when he’s done with his trip. Whether he’ll even want to be.

But I nod, feeling the weight of his words sink in. “I just... don’t want to regret it, you know? I want it to mean something.”

“It will, Grace,” he says softly, his lips brushing over my forehead. “Whatever happens, it’s gonna mean something.”

I close my eyes, taking in the warmth of his touch. The way he holds me feels so right, so natural. The space between us feels full of possibility, of something more. But for now, this—this moment—feels like enough.

I feel like I’ve waited for this moment forever, and now that it’s finally here, everything inside me feels...Vulnerable. Alive.

“Marlon...” I breathe, his name coming out as a plea. I’m not sure what I’m asking for—maybe for him to hold back, or maybe for him to pull me in deeper, show me what it’s like to be wanted by someone who truly sees me.

His lips curl into a slow, teasing smile. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Grace. And just so you know, I want you, all of you. Every bit of you.”

Before I can even think about what I’m doing, my lips find his again, this time with more urgency and more hunger. I don’t think about how fast my heart is pounding or how much I’m trembling. I just want him. All of him.

His mouth answers with equal intensity, his tongue meeting mine, teasing and exploring with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sensation of him in my mouth—his taste, his warmth, the press of his lips against mine—overwhelms me, and I lose myself in it. It’s as if all the nerves and fears I’ve been holding onto for so long evaporate in the heat of this kiss.

His hand moves up to cradle my face, tilting it just slightly as he deepens the kiss, pulling me closer until I feel like I’m melting against him. There’s a fire inside me, one I never realized was there, until he stoked it with every gentle press of his lips, every swipe of his tongue.

Marlon’s lips leave mine, and a soft whimper escapes me as he begins a slow, sensual trail down my neck, his hands steadying me as his mouth explores. His kisses are deliberate, each one stoking the flames building inside me. He lingers at the hollow of my throat, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin there before he moves lower, the heat of his breath leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. His hands grip my hips as though anchoring himself, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on my skin. I feel his lips graze the curve ofmy collarbone, and the combination of his touch and his words sends a jolt of electricity straight through me.

He looks up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, a small, teasing smile playing on his lips. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I answer without hesitation, the word catching slightly in my throat.

“Good,” he says, his voice a low rumble that makes my pulse race. He lowers himself further, his hands sliding to my thighs as his lips find the bare skin at the edge of my dress.

My hands grip the counter behind me, desperate for something to hold on to as he takes his time, kissing and caressing every inch of exposed skin. His movements are unhurried, savoring every reaction he draws from me. It’s as though he’s worshipping me, and the intensity of his focus makes me feel like I’m on the verge of unraveling.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice like velvet and he pushes himself onto his knees. “I could spend all night learning every little thing that makes you tremble.”

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