Zoey p. o. v
The air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers and the gentle hum of bees.
Right before my eyes lay a well gardened meadow.
The meadow stretch out wide with its emerald carpet of grasses and a riot of blooming wildflowers. The short grasses swinging joyfully to the wind, begin the meadow, stood proudly against the sun is a cabin.
This is like my dreams coming to life, first it was coming to Paris, then riding on a white horse and this meadow and cabin
“You remembered.” I tilted my head to look back at Marco.
“I never forget, not any details of you.” He replied, his voice hoarse with raw emotions.
#Flashback.#
[Fifteen years old Zoey and eighteen years old Marco]
Marco and I sat on the big tree on the bank of a small river, isn’t very popular to others. Marco found this place, and brought me here. I fell in love with how quiet and peaceful it is here, far away from the noise and bustling of the city.
We immediately turned it into our sanctuary, we come here whenever we want to be in our own little world. We would sit here hours just watching the river flow gently, and exchanging our dreams to each other.
“I wish to travel to different countries, and explore the different countries.” I was leaning completely on Marco, whom glad accept my weight.
He has even planted it in my head severally that I weigh nothing to him, I don’t believe that, of course.
“I can make that happen.” Marco affirmed easily, yeah, it’s nothing for their family.
They could travel all over the world with the amount of wealth they have.
“What else.” Marco asked.
“The top country on my list is Paris, I’d love to visit the city of love.” I closed my eyes, imagining myself in Paris with all the French people going and their lives.
“I’d ride a white horse on the shore of a beach, and then wander in a forest. Tumbling upon a clearing in the forest, a meadow with beautiful flowers. I will stand in the middle of the meadow wallowing in the scent from the wildflowers, and later sit in the cabin and on the side, sipping my tea and enjoying the view of the meadow. Just like a Disney princess.” I dreamily sighed.
What! A girl has dreams, though I’m aware that these things only happen in fairytales.
“Okay.” Marco hummed. I stare up at his serious face, he seemed to be in deep thought. He must be thinking about a task his father has assigned to him, and here I was disturbing him with some girl’s fantasy.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and went on with my imaginations.
#End of flashback.#
I was paying attention back then, when I thought I was a disturbance.
Tears brimmed in my eyes threatening to roll down any minute, Marco dismounted from Xena and help me down.
My entire body is shaking from both excitement and
“Come on.” Marco urged us, I don’t how long we’ve stood there just staring at my dream.
I still couldn’t believe the sight, we walk further the alarming fragrance from the flowers seem to make realize that this wasn’t a dream.
“Do you like it?” Marco asked, from his tone it’s easy to point out his nervousness.
This man just made my dream come true, and he’s nervous if I like it? Like would be degrading what I feel right now, if there’s any word greater than love I would have used it.
“I love it.” I wrap my arms around his neck bringing him to my level, pouring all I feel into the kisses.
Just like the fairytales where the Prince and his princess kiss surrounded by flowers. Only that my man his no Prince but the king himself, he took over the kiss dominating me in every way. And I his queen let him.
“I love you.” I gasped the split second we broke apart, Marco kiss me again.
“Fuck, I could take you right here.” Marco hissed, I can already feel his hardness against my stomach.
He’s aroused as much as I was.
“Who’s stopping you?” I slurred, bringing my lips to his neck and leave light kisses on it. Marco shuddered from my action, he’s getting more turned on.
“Nobody dares.” He grunts. “I will fucking put bullets in their heads.” He growled.
“I will fuck you senseless, until the only name you remember is mine. But not yet.” Marco whispered quiet in my ear, pussy pooled with more juices.
I clutch my thighs together to stop the wetness from crawling down.
“I can’t wait.” I whispered back.
This night is definitely going to be a long one, of pleasure.
Marco led us to the cabin, it seems to be recently made or cleaned. I can tell that wood the used to build this cabin is from the best log of oak. Rich and polished.
Inside the cabin is cozy, an open-plan space. A fireplace radiating warmth in one end, on one wall is a shelf with collections of books to keep busy.
Kitchen on the other side, there’s a door besides the kitchen which I’m assuming to be a bathroom.
In the middle of the cabin lies a bed, from afar I know it soft and already inviting me to come lay on it.
“That’s where I’m going to fuck you.” I blushed hard.