Dangerous: A Marcel Styles Fan Fiction

28: Midnight Memories

28: Midnight Memories

   It was about twelve in the morning when we finally left. Georgia Rose’s car only had one passenger on her ride home. I went with Marcel, arms around his torso on the back of his motorcycle. He took me back to Gemma’s and as if it were an instinct permanently within our brains, we made our way to his bedroom.

   Marcel shoved me against the door as it closed and his lips pressed to mine, tongue snaking down my throat. His hands worked on my bra as his mouth moved to my neck and collarbone and arose moans from my parted lips. He popped open my blouse and then, satisfied, carried me to the bed.

   It didn’t take long for us to strip each other completely and for his erection to form. His hands moved up and down my torso and he grinned at my soft, butterfly skin. Then he entered into me and we became one mess of infinite pleasure.

   He thrusted into me with a passion and I did my part by biting the skin at his collarbone so hard I left little pink crescent marks. After convulsions, groans and screams of Marcel’s name I climaxed and he came just moments after falling to my side.

   He didn’t pull me close, but instead we lay together on our sides staring into the others eyes. I could see the dimpled grin in my peripheral vision as I gazed into his heavy, lusty emerald orbs.

   His warm, clammy hand came up to my cheek and he led my lips back to his. When he pulled back he whispered the words, “I love you, Veronica.”

   I didn’t say it back. I couldn’t bring myself to. Normally this fact would be ignored, but not tonight. Tonight, things were different. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or a display of Marcel’s likely non-existant impatience, but for once I was interrogated.

   “When are you going to say it back?” he murmured.

   “I don’t know.”

   At my words, I could see a small hint of hurt in his eyes. I averted my gaze, just staring downward to the blanket covering our nudity.

   “I know I’ll say it eventually,” I breathed again to maybe try to remove some of the disappointment. “I just need to be certain.”

   “You can’t tell me you don’t at least feel something for me.”

   I couldn’t. He did make my heart speed up at times which weren’t just during intercourse. Marcel defended me, which, though terrifying in the manor of which he chose to do it, was sweet. Together we did illegal things; fun illegal things. But was any of this really love?

   “Just give me a little more time,” I said, “I promise one day I’ll be sure.” I locked my gaze with his again and my calming heartbeat rose again. “I will say it.”

   “I know.”