I had no idea what I was feeling at that mont. Everything was just so complicated, and I felt so cornered and helpless. There were things that I worked so hard to decide on. There were things that I wanted to tell him and things that I wanted to do but I couldn’t achieve any of those things and that made
feel so powerless and pitiful. I’m such a failure…
Sowhere along my journey with Hayden, I discovered that I had developed feelings for him. Without knowing when it started, I had fallen in love with him. It was the weirdest thing that had ever happened to . When I first t him, I didn’t dislike him enough to make
say that I hated him, but I was clearly scared of him and what he might do to .
From then on, everything that he did for
confused . He was rough but he was kind. He punished
for everything just to tease
and I ended up feeding off of the pleasure that he fed to .
Before I knew it, he beca an addiction that I wouldn’t dare tell anyone about. He doesn’t say much but when he laughs or is in a good mood, he can easily light up my world. When I think about our future together and all the obstacles that will co our way, it scared
enough to keep
up all night. However, it scared
more when I thought of having a future without him in it.
I love Hayden and if he would just give
a chance, I’ll say it…properly…
The sound of fabric tearing brought
back to my senses. My body had been responding instinctively to the desire that he invoked within . My core throbbed with my desire to have him inside of
as my pussy leaked out so much wetness that my panties were already soaked with the juices of my arousal.
Incoherent moans escaped my lips before I cried out at the sensation of Hayden ripping the front of my dress to shreds before his hands peeled away the cups of my bra to squeeze and pump my naked breasts directly.
"Hay…den…" I called his na softly.
Suddenly, Hayden froze on top of , and he had a strange expression on his face as his eyes stared at mine. Why did he have that expression on his face? He seed shocked and very confused at the sa ti before an expression of pure sorrow and regret took over his angelic features. Why is he looking at
this way?
Slowly his hands left my breasts, and his beautiful long fingers approached my face. I watched as his fingers ca closer until I felt the warmth of his fingertips on my cheek.
"Why are you crying, Malissa?" Hayden asked as his fingertips wiped away the teardrop from my cheek.
When did I start crying? Why am I crying?
I glanced down before I blinked. More tears slid down my cheeks and this ti I knew that I had started crying for certain. Hayden seed extrely shocked that I was suddenly crying. I was equally shocked that my tears were pouring out uncontrollably as I began to sob.
"I don’t know…you won’t…listen…to …" I said in a voice that sounded so broken as my words ca out mixed with my sobs.
Hayden’s face imdiately softened as his hands left my body and he got off . I continued sobbing even when he wrapped his arms around my body and lifted
into a sitting position. It had gotten harder for
to breath since I was crying so sitting up helped a lot with that.
Maybe Hayden knew this or maybe he was just trying to comfort , but he ended up hugging
in his arms as I leaned my body back against his.
"Don’t cry, please. Did I scare you?" Hayden coaxed softly into my ear.
His voice was so gentle, and it was like he had changed into a completely different person. Was it because he saw
crying? His hand stroked my hair comfortingly as he began kissing my tears away. I tried my best to stifle my sobs. I wasn’t crying because I wanted him to be nice to
or to comfort . All I wanted was for him to listen to
and take
seriously.
I nodded in response to his question. His anger did scare ; however, that wasn’t why I was crying. I wasn’t crying because of him but I was just so mad at myself for being so useless. I had no idea how to explain this to him and there were more pressing matters that I had to discuss with him. I sucked in a deep breath as I tried to gather both myself and my thoughts.
Hayden’s large hand stroked my head as he cradled
in his arms as if I was a small young girl. It felt strange for him to handle
so gently, but this wasn’t the first ti that he comforted . The way he held
and made
feel safe reminded
of how he was there for
when my grandmother passed away. I didn’t have anyone at all back then, all I had was Hayden. He was the only one by my side.
"Hayden…please listen to …please…" I pleaded softly.
"If that’s what you want, I’ll listen. So, stop crying now," Hayden replied before he kissed my forehead softly.
I nodded my head in agreent. It wasn’t like I wanted to cry my eyes out in front of him either. Hayden smiled a relieved smile at
before his face ca very close to . I closed my eyes tightly when I thought that he was going to kiss
again. It wasn’t like I minded his kisses, but I just didn’t think that it was the ti for that right now.
The sensation of sothing warm and wet tracing along the side of my face told
that I was wrong. My eyes snapped opened in shock when I realized that Hayden was softly licking up my tears.
"Don’t lick …" I muttered.
--To be continued…
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