(neither can mine omfg)
“Don’t.” The fire rippling through my words surprised even me. “Don’t say that. Don’t you dare.”
My voice was wobbling dangerously now.
“The one time someone has feelings for me— don’t tell me I’m choosing the wrong person. I get if— I get if you don’t want to. But don’t——“
I inhaled shakily. I was drowning in his eyes, in the same sea of sadness as him. “Please.”
Gray’s POV:
My resolve crumbled. Before I could realize what I was doing, my lips were already pressed against hers, pulling her closer to myself, cupping her cheeks in my hands. I kissed her gently yet fiercely, careful not to hurt her.
I’d kissed many girls before, but kissing Violeta was different. Her lips pressed against my own caused my insides to lurch and heat to pool in the pit of my stomach. It was definitely far more dangerous, far more intoxicating than all the other ones I had. It felt like someone had doused me in cold water, but it felt good. I didn’t want to stop, but I knew I would if she pushed me away.
(GHHAHSHDHNAJASN)
His lips were crashing into mine with such heartbreaking care— if I had been standing, my knees would have buckled almost instantly.
I’d never been kissed before.
And not once, not in a million years, had I imagined it would feel like this.
Gray was kissing me as if his life depended it, and I was kissing him back. Heat spread rapidly through my chest as I pushed my hands into his hair and pressed closer, wanting more, needing more.
Since when did I want him this badly?
When had I allowed this to happen?
How had I allowed this to happen?
The answer: I didn’t care about any of it. All I cared about was the man across from me, the man with his hands on my cheeks and his mouth hungry for mine.
(I CANNOT
MY HEART OMFG)
(THAT’S IT GOODBYE HEART IT WAS NICE KNOWING YOU)
Gray’s POV:
It was only thing kissing someone you desperately wanted to. It was another to actually have that person kiss you back with just as desperation as you.
Her fingers tugged at my hair and I growled lightly in her mouth, one of my arms snaking around her waist to hold her close while other remained firm on her cheek.
The need didn’t die down even as I kissed her. It only intensified. Kissing her made me want her even more than I orinally wanted—it drove me into circles. I was unable to feel anything other than her soft, warm lips pressed against my own, her fingers nesting in my hair, her body pressed against mine. Willingly.
I didn’t know when I started wanting her this terribly. I didn’t know how much I wanted her, either. But what I did know was that the second she kissed me back, she became mine. And I’d be damned if I let anyone touch her the way I wanted to.
( M Y H E A R T )
He growled into my mouth, and I swear, I saw stars. My whole body went weak against his, my mouth went numb, but pure ecstasy continued to course through me.
He was relentless, hungry, giving me barely half a second to breath before he came crashing down again. His arm was around my waist, reeling in. He had one hand wrapped tightly around my heart, and to hell if I was ever going to let him loosen his grip.
A soft sound slipped out from between my lips— and I couldn’t help but wonder dazedly, could he taste my lip gloss? I shivered beneath his touch, beneath his hot, searing mouth, unable to bear even a second pulled away from him.
In the back of my head, a tiny voice whispered that he didn’t really want me, he just wanted to get into my pants. But I refused to believe it, refused to give into anything but Gray.
(AHHHSBSUAJS BE)
Gray’s POV:
The second the soft sound reached my ears, I felt satisfied. She made that sound because of me. I was the reason behind that sound. I felt her slack against me, her body shiver and I held her tighter, afraid if I let go, she’d disappear.
My hunger for her didn’t want to die out. It wanted to ravish her completely. My blood roared wildly in my ears and at this point, I could feel nothing but her; I could hear nothing but her harsh breathing against my mouth, our lips pressed together and the loud beating of our hearts, joining as one.
I loved the taste of her mouth. It drove me wild—drove me insane. It was as if she was teasing me on purpose; testing me to see how long I’d last.
Finally, reluctantly, I pulled my mouth away from hers, my lips begging to meet with hers again, my brain yelling at me to reunite with the woman I was holding in my arms.
My eyes opened slightly and my thumb traced her hot, swollen, pink lips. Lips that belonged to me. Lips only I was allowed to touch, to kiss.
“Mine…” I whispered harshly, my mind still hazy from the entire ordeal. I was afraid if we didn’t stop right now, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back. “You’re mine. Do you understand me, Vy?”
( o h m y g o d )
There were no words, no words, to describe the way I was feeling right then. The way he was making me feel. His thumb skimmed the length of my lower lip, drawing another shaky noise from my mouth, which had gone completely numb. I placed a hand on his chest to show him that I didn’t want to go farther than we already had, my own chest heaving as I took in needy gulps of air.
Mine….
My blood ran hot the same instant it ran cold.
Mine….
I finally dared to speak up, but by words came out trembling and tangled together from the sheer force of the kiss we’d shared— my first.
“I’m yours….. and you’re mine?” I asked carefully, swaying slightly as I tried to convey what I was feeling. This was a mutual thing, right? He wasn’t going to try anything?
Gray’s POV:
My breathing was dangerously heavy as I tried to get it back. I pulled Violeta into my arms, letting her know I wouldn’t be going too far.
I pressed a kiss on her head, on her forehead, her nose, her eyes before I reached out for her hand and pressed it to my heart. The organ that hammered wildly in my chest for her. I wanted to let her know she was the reason it was going out of control.
“Yours,” I whispered back, resting my forehead against hers. “All yours.”
This was the woman I’d be flirting with now. The woman I’d tease, give all of my affections to. The woman who deserved it.
(S h o o t this is bad for my weak little heart!)
It was a miracle I hadn’t fainted right then and there.
Dizzy, disoriented, and very, very pleased, I pressed my fingers harder against his chest, his pulse pounding against them.
“Mine…..?” I whispered, still trying to get a grip on this new reality of mine. Again, I swayed unsteadily, holding onto Gray for dear life. I kept my one hand buried in his hair, each individual lock shipping between my fingers.
Gray.
(S h o o t this is bad for my weak little heart!)
S A M E
Gray’s POV:
I tried hard not to wince as her fingers dug into my chest. Instead, I breathed her in deeply, her fresh scent driving me insane. Her fingers worked in my hair, making me close my eyes in ecstasy. This was something entirely new to me—something I didn’t think I’d ever feel.
The way she was behaving, I could tell she wasn’t believing this. I didn’t, either. I didn’t think she would kiss me back, but she did. She wanted to. She wanted me. That thought registered in my mind and blocked out all the pain from the bruises.
I held her tightly, refusing to let her go, supporting her practically limp body in my arms. The effect I had on her pleased me greatly. If this was the reaction I’d get every time, her body too weak from my kisses to support it’s own weight, I would be satisfied. It would mean I’m doing my job well.
“Yours,” I repeated my answer, this time strongly. “Nobody else’s. You’ve had it in your hold for quite a while now. You just didn’t realize it.”
I could barely manage a nod in my current state, could barely hold myself up. A soft “Oh”, parted my lips, causing my eyes to go directly to his. But I restrained myself, after what I’d just experienced…. I honestly thought that I’d pass out if we tried to go again with the same level of passion.
The feeling of his arm snaking around my waist, pulling me against him, tightening with each sound I made….. all these sensations were burned into the forefront of my mind. And I didn’t think I ever wanted them to leave.
“You were—“ I paused to wet my dry lips and seize control over my quivering voice. “That was my first kiss.”
Gray’s POV:
I had to say, hearing that made me extremely happy. I was her first kiss. Nothing could make me happier knowing that. If I hadn’t done a very good job at pleasing her… well, I would have been very disappointed then.
I pressed my lips against her forehead, my lips dying to take hers again, but in her current state, I didn’t think she could handle it.
“Did I do a good job?” I asked her, exhaling deeply. “Was it enough for you to never forget this?”
I let my eyes drift shut, leaning my forehead against his mouth (which tasted like caramel, for some reason I wasn’t going to question or complain about).
“What do you think?” I asked breathlessly, my skin burning in every place he had touched it.
“Of course. I should— I should be the one asking that question, not you.”
I still couldn’t fathom it, the fact that Grayson Jules, the man I had known since ninth grade, was holding me in his wonderfully strong arms after kissing me into oblivion.
I still couldn’t fathom the fact that I’d wanted him enough to kiss him back.
“Did I do a good job?”
Gray’s POV:
I loved it. I loved the feeling of her pressed against me, willingly, without any signs to move away. I loved how she continued to let me hold her, kiss her, as if she still couldn’t believe.
“You were perfect,” I breathed out, resting my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in deeply. “Nothing less than that.”
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(My heart, you guys!)
My eyes widened at the touch, at the feel of his breath against my skin. Slowly, carefully, I angled my head until my mouth was in the perfect position to brush across his temple.
The thrill that came with even just that was incredible. I could hardly piece together my next response.
“I— I’m glad. Just— this is all very… new to me. Please don’t try anything…… you know. Clothes stay on. Hands don’t go below my waist.”
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Hehehehe
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(This was us, and we were writing this thing!)
(Yeah pretty much lmfao)
Gray’s POV:
Her mouth pressed against my temple, and I felt a rush of energy go through me. How was she so easily able to turn me into jelly with just simple actions?
“I promise you,” I started in a low voice. “I won’t ever do anything to you that you’re not ready for.”
And I wasn’t lying. I would never force her into doing what she wasn’t ready to do. I ran my fingers through her hair, twirling them around my fingers, exhaling deeply.
(Yeah pretty much lmfao)
(I have a test today so do pray for me! ;-;)