Olivia’s POV
His mouth was fire.
I couldn’t even rember his na. Is it Harry? George? It was hard to rember as his lips made insane. I feel his hands sliding over my bare skin, the weight of his body pressing into the mattress. The deep, steady, sound of his breathing on my face.
I should have stopped him. I should have stopped myself. But every thought of caution drowned under the rush of heat between us. The city lights spilled through the window, turning his skin to gold. My fingers found his hair—thick and soft. I pulled him closer, greedy the way his lips claid mine like he had every right to.
I know I was under the alcohol’s spell. I know I’ll regret this tomorrow, but the way his lips showered my body eased the pain I’m feeling. I want to forget. I want to punish them for betraying and breaking my trust. I want to show them I can do what they did to , but I wasn’t expecting to be drawn to this man.
I can taste the whiskey we’d both had, rembering the company he’d given and how I threw myself on him willingly. I was lost in his touch and kisses, feeling his warmth against my skin. His fingertips touch my curves, like rembering it. I felt the sharp edge of his self-control slipping with every kiss, every shift of my hips.
His palm slid down my thigh, slow and certain. I gasped against his mouth when he touched my wetness under the fabric that was blocking it. He looked into my eyes as if he wanted to rember this night, even though I’m not planning to. I want to forget this one night and that will happen. This is a mistake I couldn’t stop because my body is already under his supervision.
"Tell to stop," his voice was deep, gravelly, and dangerous.
"I don’t want to," I murmured.
"I might not be able to stop myself if you insist," he warned.
I remove my underwear and throw it away, especially since it’s the only fabric I have on. "I am not going to stop you..."
"You will regret this," he replied.
"No, I won’t. I will not regret—" he didn’t let finish. He stopped from talking by kissing aggressively. His aggressive kiss isn’t disturbing, yet it’s making aroused and greedy even more.
He moved his lips down my neck, leaving a mark to show I’m his. And then, he reaches my chest and s*ck my n*pple that made gasp for air. I gripped the bedsheet, feeling the tingling sensation he was adding to the lust I’m feeling right now.
"Ohhh..." I moan as he s*ck it like he hasn’t been fed for months.
I rubbed his head, gripping his hair while arching my back when he s*ck it harder. His tongue is playing with it professionally and I want more. I can feel his length stroking to my wetness, ready to invade any second. He stopped again, and his eyes were hesitant.
"Please, don’t stop..." I mumbled.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
I nodded, "Yes..."
Our lips locked again as he started pointing his manhood to my entrance, and without warning, he slid inside , causing to gasp in shock, and tears ca out of my eyes.
He paused and said, "You’re a virgin..."
I looked away, feeling shy, "Yes..."
"Why didn’t you tell ?"
I faced him bravely and answered, "Do I have to?"
"No, but I’m surprised." He leaned toward my ear and whispered, "Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle."
And he did.
He thrust inside with care, as if I were fragile enough. Every thrust he made left an effect on my body. My nails dug into his back, scratching it because of the insane sensation building inside . His manhood crushed within, claiming like he had the right. I moaned under my gasp, whimpering in lust and eagerness.
So, this is what it feels like. Ben promised not to touch until marriage, but he tasted soone else. Worst of all, he chose my best friend to cheat with. My broken heart was suddenly nded, feeling his touch healing and picking up the pieces of my broken heart. All I wanted was to forget, and he’s helping with it.
"Hmm... you’re so huge..." I complint.
"And you’re so tight..." he breathed, throbbing faster between my legs.
"Ohhhh, yes...." I wrapped my legs and his manhood hit the spot perfectly. I arched my back as it sent a wave of electricity through my body, making tingle, and I gripped his arms tightly.
He was ripping off, and unfortunately, I liked it.
"Ahhh... yes... yes... yes... I’m all yours... harder, please..." I begged.
He chuckled softly and it was like a sound in my ears. "As you wish."
He bolts. Our skin synchronized, in rhythm, making a sound as he thrust deeper, faster, harder. He pinned my hands above my head, moving his waist in ecstasy and locking our lips. I’m surrendering to him. Giving my body willingly, begging him to take to heaven, and screaming in lust.
I whimper, squeal, and growl louder. The room was filled with my voice. He put my left thigh above his shoulder, making his thrust even deeper. I can feel it. I can feel his manhood filling up. I can feel it taking over my body and soul. He’s talented in all ways.
"Oh my gosh... ohh... yes..." I murmured.
"F*ck! I can’t stop myself!" He gritted his teeth, fastened his waist. The bed moved because of what he did and I love it.
Our eyes t. His deep blue eyes were staring back at . He leaned his forehead on mine as he throbbed harder, making the mattress bounce. I can feel it. We’re almost at the brink of lust.
"Damnit! I’m coming! F*ck!" He growled.
"Yes! Ahhhh!" I scread.
"Sh*t! Ah!" He let out a heavy moan before burying his manhood inside , filling up with his juices.
We’re both catching our breath, but what made my heart skip is when he kissed on the forehead. I widened in surprise, staring at him and witnessing how those beautiful smiles flashed. I’m drunk, I know. But he’s treating like I’m sothing worth more than being cheated on.
"Rember my na, Olivia. Gabriel Harris, and I will find you if you leave after realizing tomorrow what you’ve done..." his words mark on my mind. It was like a promise, but soon after drowsiness imdiately visited . After that, everything went dark.
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