Fleur Friday No. 22 - Rosebud

He could not keep his hands off of her breasts, pulling just gently but firmly enough on her nipples. Her internal gasps every time he touched her were overwhelming, Jeanne felt like she was going to explode.
And then his eyes, it almost hurt to look at them because they were so beautiful. It was not the color, but then intensity with which Terrence looked at her. The intensity she feared would break like glass—but it did not. He never stopped looking at her like he needed her, and was afraid to lose her.
His eyes mirrored hers.
She pressed her body to his, her eyes trained on his and rubbed herself against him. The hunger deep inside her core was too much to let linger anymore. Terrence mirrored her movement, and slid into her so seamlessly it did not feel like he entered her. It felt like he was part of her, as he fed her hunger. After such a long time of almost, actually felt better than she could have imagined. Even though his body was still new—she had not memorized all of him yet—it still felt like hers.
He was hers.
All hers.
The same way that Rafe now belonged to Eliza—except she and Terrence were not married. But what was happening between them…this made him hers and she was not sure that she was going to be able to do this with anyone else.
Where did this leave Mal?
Did she only want to have Terrence as hers because she could now, and she knew that Eliza would not be mad about it reasonably?
Had she always been a little in love with him from the first time that they met at the cafe near Eliza’s, but she knew that he was her sister’s so she could not fall? But now she could, she was and he was everything to her in that moment.
When his hand covered both of her breasts and he picked at her nipple making it big and hard as a rosebud…
He was hers.