Pov: Delilah (Sexual/mature content, skip if you like)
My heart would not stop pounding, what just happened?
He kissed me, Carter's lips were on mine.
And I melted into his arms, he gave in, and I gave into him.
"Carter," I breathe out between kisses, we were kissing each other with such longing that it felt like if I let go, I'll never feel like this again.
I'm afraid I'll never feel like this again, every time I feel good I want it to last but it never does.
I want to be like this with him, again, and again, till forever falls apart.
A blazing sensation of excitement ignites in me when his fingers grab my waist and push me further down & onto him.
I feel him hard against my body and a moan leaves my mouth, my lips meet his teeth and tongue, I couldn't possibly pull away.
"Lilah, are you sure about this?" he groans between breaths as I begin to push his jacket off in a haste.
"Yeah, are you?" my fingers leave his shoulders as the jacket falls onto the floor, instead I hold onto the back of his head.
My fingers tug on the strands of his hair when he grabs my ass and sets me onto the mattress of the bed.
The noises coming out of his mouth were driving me crazy, I want more, I need more.
He hovers over me, and I feel my breath hitch in my throat, his eyes were a shade darker making me admire his handsomeness.
"Lilah, I don't want you to regret-" I didn't want to listen to him right now because whatever he was going to say was never going to happen, I could never regret him.
Every moment we spend together is something I will treasure for the rest of my life, be it talking or kissing or just sitting in silence, I love every single thing.
"Talking is fucking overrated Carter, just kiss me." I groan and pull him down and onto my lips by his collar, he smirks into the kiss causing my cheeks to heat up.
"I want this off of you," he refers to my dress & whispers as he sucks the skin on my neck, my hands fly to the side of his jaw.
"Take it off me," I run my fingers along his sculpted jawline.
His hands leave the bedsheet and he stands in front of me, he extends his hand out for me to stand up, I look at him weirdly and do so.
In one quick movement, he spins me so my back is facing his, "Bend over for me," he instructs.
I'm usually used to being dominant because my missions require me to do so if I'm seducing a guy, and as an assassin, I'm more of a dominant.
But right now, fuck, I was weak in my knees, I couldn't care less, I needed him inside me.
Unlike my missions, those are strangers, here in front of me, is true love.
The man I fell in love with. It's a whole new experience for me.
I bend over and my chest hits the bed, I feel his cold fingers run down my sides and then onto my back, lord have mercy.
He presses the pin of the dress and unhooks it, I let out a breath when his palm comes into contact with the bare skin on my back.
My back arches when he runs his palm inside my dress, tracing every curve, leaving no spot untouched, setting a fire all over me.
I bite my lip when he brings his other hand up to part my hair to the side, exposing my entire neck and back to him, he bends on top of me.
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