Chahat Rai & Harvey Falcon
When they were four, they met.
When they were six, he knew she is his Bella.
Growing up they only wanted each other.
Best friends forever, she thought.
When they were eighteen she knew, he was not just her best friend.
Whe...
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Harvey's POV
The only woman I ever wanted is right here in my arms. Her soft lips and stunning curves meet mine as we move in sync as if we were always like this, fused together. I emptied my load in her not two minutes ago and I am ready to go again. I roll my hips as her heat ripples around me. Her fingers dance in my hair as she kisses me like I am all she wants.
I thrust into her softly, not wanting to hurt her again. Her back arcs like a kitten as she meets my shallow thrusts making me believe that this is real. Even before I realise, the words are out of my mouth.
"You are real"
Her glossed eyes meet mine and something painful passes through them before she smiles and assures me, "I am real."
Her words send a shiver down my spine and I speed up holding her. The air smells of sweat and sex and of us. I find that spot inside her again and keep thrusting till she is chanting my name. Tears of pleasure flow from her eyes as she throws her head back and cries out a soundless moan as she comes all over my cock. That's my undoing, just that face filled with so much desire for me. I come then and our juices spill out of her as I soften inside her. We both are still catching up our breaths when I pull out and she hisses in pain. I straighten up to watch the proof of what we did on the sheets. If there is one thing that triggers her, it's blood but I can't move. My mind registers the fact that there is blood on the sheets but my body doesn't take a clue. I just simply can't move. Because that blood represents so much more than the fact that she chose me to take care of her. The fact that whatever the fuck happened that night eleven years ago was not the whole truth.
For years, I was living a life believing my Bella didn't want me. That my Bella loved someone else. That my Bella willingly chose to be the other woman in my sister's life. But tonight was a slap on my face as much as it was the only night I would ever remember because she is also my first. The only woman to see me bare. She is the only object of my desire, the one who broken my heart, my dreams and my soul. But when I look at her all spent and somehow still happy, my mind forgets it all.
I gather her in my arms and take her to the bath tub to run a bath for her. She's so petite and soft in my arms, I can't take my eyes off her. I want to say so many things but I can't get the words out. The fear of breaking the spell by saying something wrong makes me shut up.
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