BOOK FOUR in The WSU Series
Elizabeth Young -
I've always wanted the star-crossed lovers type of relationship - who knew I would actually get it?
They say the line between Love and Hate is very thin, one I don't intend to experience. I could never l...
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Three Years ago
"We shouldn't be doing this," I whisper against Lizzie's lips as she grips the back of my neck to pull me in closer. Our lips meet and all logic is gone. "I want it to be you," Lizzie mutters as she runs a hand down my chest. "I can't," I admit, I can't be Lizzies first— I don't deserve it. I've already corrupted her enough with my darkness, she doesn't need me taking her last shred of innocence. I can't do that to her, nor myself. It isn't fair, especially because I know this won't end well. My fathers watching me every minute, he's acting suspiciously. I know my mom hasn't said anything, but I don't trust my father.
"Wait," Lizzie whispers as I pause, I remove my hands from her body to stand straight. I watch as Lizzie unclasps her necklace before gripping my hand, she places the silver chain in my hand before closing my fingers, and she kisses my knuckles before glancing back up at me, "it's always been you," she admits and my heart hurts. Is this love? Where I know the pain that I cause her will slowly kill me?
"Lizzie," I utter her name but she pushes my hand into my chest, "please, for one night," Lizzie says with a small smile, "we're not enemies, we aren't from rival families. It's just us," the words leave her mouth as a whisper but I hear every word, every hidden meaning. "You and me, not a Bliss, or a Young, just us."
If only it were that simple, Lizzie opens my palm before reaching for the necklace once again. "Turn around," she asks and I know what she's about to do. I should stop her, I should turn around and leave the hotel room. But I do none of that, instead, I listen and turn so that my back is to her. I feel her breath against the back of my neck as she places the necklace around me, "done," Lizzie comments as her necklace sits against my skin. "At least now, you'll have me with you forever," Lizzie admits in a quiet voice as I turn to face her. "Well, as long as you want me," she smiles and so do I. All my smiles are for her, and only her. "I lo—," I don't allow Lizzie to say the words as I cut her off with a kiss. She can't love me, because, in the end, it'll be painful. I won't allow her to love me because I'm everything but the person I am with her.
I'm selfish, I knew she was the enemy, I knew her identity before she introduced herself. I knew and still got involved because I knew that in the end, it was just me and her. But I don't stop myself when I kiss my way down to her collarbone before slipping my hand lower, cupping her through her clothes. I have to be slow, I won't hurt her now, but I know in the end I will. Lizzie arched into me, as I smirked against her skin. "You don't need to hold back for me," she mutters breathlessly, "I do," I admit. Lizzie's hand quickly clamped down on mine, before pressing me harder against her. My fingers slipped into her underwear, "I trust you," I can't help the smile that appears on my face, even though I know she shouldn't.
Lizzie shouldn't trust me, I'm a Bliss— nothing good comes from trusting me or my family. I parted her lips before slipping a finger into her, almost instantly Lizzie leaned her head forward against my shoulder, "you're good at this." Lizzie admits in a whisper, I fucked her with my fingers, the sounds coming from her mouth were heaven to my ears. "Somethings happening," Lizzie whispers before gasping, "let go," I say with a smile and she does. Her eyes shut close and after her orgasm, she relaxed just before I lifted her into my arms as I carried her over to the bed. I pulled down my underwear as I climbed between her legs, shoving them apart.
