Prologue - The Attainable Forbidden

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Author's Note: Expect frequent updates (2+ a week) until around chapter fourteen; this story is being actively revised and edited for quality, and 50,000 words are already complete.  

Forbidden Attraction

Prologue: The Attainable Forbidden

They lied there, naked, entangled in the dark, side by side on the soft carpeted floor of his living room. Their labored panting punctuated the still quiet of the night; the flickering of the pilot light in the dark fireplace served as their only illumination, highlighting the hard planes of his chiseled face. Fine, powdery snow lent a crispness to the air that sent goosebumps along their skin, but still the sheen of mingled sweat and musky scent of sex clung to their exposed flesh.

His hand clasped hers tightly, and she squeezed right back. It was as if letting go meant he'd disappear again into the mists of fantasy and unrequited, unrealized longing—a place where he'd stayed for the past four years.

This moment: unabashedly vulnerable. Spent. The aftermath of passion. They'd reached the pinnacle of her silly, teen-aged crush, blended with the sultry, tangible desire of two consenting adults. The girl let her head fall to the side and found him gazing quietly at her, the depths of his azure eyes undeniably tender. His smile touched timidly at his lips and he, almost shyly, tugged her into the cradle of his embrace.

Is this real?

The question tempted the girl's tongue, but the satisfied throb between her legs and the warmth of his skin pressed flush against hers echoed truth. After a moment's contemplation, he lowered his mouth to hers, and, with a feather-soft touch of his lips, erased all doubt. Hot flesh and blood replaced the wisps of a dream with a desire much more tangible, real.

A chill crept over the lovers, but still, he held her. His blond hair lay tousled across his brow, and she reached up to brush it aside, letting her fingers trail over his temple and down the side of his jaw. He tilted his head, his lips grazing her palm. She rested her forehead against his, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the gentle heat of his chest and the tender warmth growing in her breast. He'd been her dream, her silly, locked up, pretended-it-didn't-exist dream, for four years prior.

When he'd read her name off the attendance sheet that first day of class, little had she known...

Author's Note: Expect frequent updates (2+ a week) until around chapter fourteen; this story is being actively revised and edited for quality, and 50,000 words are already complete.

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