Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"I was a heartless man, but not when it came to her."
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- H A R L A N - E M E R I C - M A R C H E T T I -
I know she hates me, and I know I deserve every single ounce of it. Do I like it? No. But do I deserve it? Definitely.
But all I can think of at the moment was kissing those sinful lips of her I'm so addicted to as she sighs into my mouth like I'm the only one who can bring her to life, because she sure does that for me.
My tongue swipes over her lips as my free hand grabs onto her ass, pulling her impossibly closer when she gasps into my mouth, giving me access.
I can feel the strain in my pants as she brushes up against my crotch, a small whimper leaving her lips when her her chest pushes up against mine.
My tongue twirls with hers in a dance we both are professionals at before I take the lead and she complies like the good girl she is, letting me take charge and dominate her completely.
I hear her small moans, her little whimpers and gasps before I nibble on her bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth and licking it before pecking it a few times.
"Baby." I murmur against her mouth and watch her closed eyes flutter when she sighs heavily, her cheeks taking on an adorable blush that makes me want to smother her in my arms and keep her forever.
"Forgive me, butterfly, I—" I hesitated as her amethyst eyes opened to look at me curiously, "I don't know how to do this."
"Do what?" Her soft angelic voice was like music to my ears, and something I would never get tired of.
"Love," I paused, taking her smaller hands in mine, "I've never loved someone like this and I don't know how or what I'm supposed to do."
"You've never had a girlfriend?" She asked in shock when I shrug a shoulder and pull her with me to the sofa.
"You're the first girl I've fallen for, butterfly. I'm so utterly and irrevocably in love with you I can't think straight," I say and cup her cheek, "But I need your help."
"That— That can't be right," She looks down at our joined hands and frowns, "You must have been with one girl, at least."
I purse my lips, not knowing how I'm supposed to tell her this but then decide straight forward is the best way to go.
"I've been with two girls in all twenty-eight years of my life, once in high school and the other a few years back, but that's it." I explain and see the gears turning in her head.
"But you said I was your first kiss." She mumbles in a small voice with an adorable pout that makes me nearly smile at how cute she looks like that, along with the slight envy I hint in her glistening eyes. If that thought didn't make me happy, I don't know what did.
