Love Out of Reach

My First Love

When I was 17 I fell in love for the first time, he was my talisman, the only person who showed me unconditional love. My entire life I've been alone, I was born alone and I'll die alone. Yet somehow he made me feel as if I could live forever, next to him.

"You look amazing, amor. " He held my hand as I twirled in my dress.
"Thank you."

I giggled, and held him by the collar of his shirt. My heart was beating so fast that he could feel it, which caused him to place his hand on my chest.

"Look at me."

For a second I stopped breathing, then my breaths got so short my chest started heaving. My eyes made their way up from his chest, to his neck, then his lips, and finally my eyes met his. I didn't dare move, waiting for what he'd do or say next. He smiled at me, the most beautiful smile I've ever seen, breath-taking even. My lips parted as if they had a life of their own. Craving to touch those lips that were just centimeters away from me, I move closer and he slides his hand from my chest to my chin. Caressing my neck on its way up and leaving my body hot and wanting some of him. He cups my face and moves away.

"We can't, Sanna." His tone is calm and understanding, but I'm the one who doesn't understand.

The same sentence I was so tired of hearing every time we were about to kiss, he said it again. 'We can't, Sanna.' Over. And over again. .

Enzo's older than me, we met when I was 16 and he was 28 years old. We met in the park, then continued to frequently find each other and would talk for hours. When he found out I was a lot younger than him, he promised he'd wait for me and respect my desires. But it doesn't feel like we've found a common ground so far, I want him, and he insists on waiting.

"Why not. I want to."
"So do I, believe me. We just can't risk it yet."
"Risk what, Enzo? No one has to know. No one cares enough!"

Frustration blinds me and I raise my voice at him, which I immediately regret. He gave me no time to back up on what I said when he had already grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with him as he walked into the master room. I couldn't keep up with him and tripped.

"Stand up." He said as he crouched down to meet my eyes and moved the hair out my face.
"Or what." I raise my head with pride .
"I will do what you've been begging me to do."
"And you think that's a threat?"
"Yes." His voice turns into a hoarse whisper.

His eyes drift to my lips, then slowly back up to my eyes. I quickly stand up and slip the sun-dress off my body, letting it fall to my feet. Only wearing lingerie now, I look down at him.

"So do it then."

Enzo immediately stands up in front of me, our bodies touching. A thousand ideas rushing through me made me get butterflies in anticipation. He grabs my ass and pulls me even closer to him. Hungrily but slowly he starts kissing my collar bone as he grabs all my hair with a single hand. He pulls my head back and leaves a trace of kisses on my neck. His other arm wraps around my waist, ensuring that I don't move anywhere. He stops to look at me and I realized how close we are. I can feel every part of his body, from his beating heart, to his muscles, and his pants getting tighter.

Every part of me shuddered, and I wanted to be the only woman who makes him feel like this, the only woman capable of giving him pleasure. I slide my hands down his torso, feeling every muscle as they tense up with my touch.

"Stop." He whispered in my ear.
"I just want to make you feel good."
"Not like this. Your first time has to be special."
"This is special. Every mo-"

Every moment with you is.

He interrupted the sentence with a kiss. Our first kiss. It took me by surprise at first, but when his hot tongue parted my lips everything felt right. His soft lips against mine and our tongues fighting for dominance. Enjoying each movement of his lips, I move faster and he keeps up with my pace until we're both out of breath. I urge him to take off his shirt but he doesn't, instead he slightly chokes me.

"You're so impatient."
"And you like that about me."
"I love everything about you." He chokes me harder. "I love you."
"I love you too." Barely able to breathe, I pour my heart out to him.

We kiss again, and again until he softens his grip on my neck. I had no idea a kiss could feel so good to the point of making my knees weak.

"You drive me crazy, Sanna. You know that. And when the time's right I'll show you how much control you have over me. I'll wait for you. Can you wait?"

A flirty laugh escapes my lips and his eyes widen as he focuses on me, waiting for a response.

"Of course I can wait."

Enzo smiles and picks up my dress from the floor, adjusting it on my body.

"You're such a tease."
"It's because of you."

I like reminiscing about my own life. It hasn't been that bad after all. If only I had known about my curse before learning to love, how many lives I could've saved. Somehow I always end up alone, and deep down I always knew but I refused to believe. Why me? Why was I the one person in the world who wasn't allowed such sentiment. I want to love and be loved without fear. Why can't I have a chance at a happy ending like everyone else. It always ends in pain for me.

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Heyy, thank you for reading my story, I hope you enjoyed it.
Each part is a story from Sanna's past, usually mixed with her present. Each part connects back to Sanna's curse.

Stay tuned to discover how Sanna got cursed, and why.