Faults & Faith (Sequel - Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)

9. "I Could Never Leave Your Bed"

Since I had people asking for Iris' pov for the last scene, I'll make a POV. This will probably be one of the very few or maybe the only pov of her in the squeal. Tiny secrets will be revealed. >:)

Chapter 9 -  "I Could Never Leave Your Bed"

Iris POV (last chapter's scene)

   I knew this was all wrong. But it felt so right. The way we danced together to the song I've always loved plays through my ears. The lyrics are a deeper meaning to me. I hope Vic knows that. So many things race into my mind and the consequences of what we are doing. Just the simple dancing I know that he will find out. I don't know how he does it, but he gets into my head and pressures into some things I have no idea what I'm getting into. He scares me and now that I'm in Vic's arms makes me realize that this is what being safe is really like. 

"And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

  I just want you to know who I am" We sing in harmony, as the song goes along. I felt like I was in the center of the world with hearts bursting around me. I'm not sure where we are heading to but I know it's something good. I'm so terrified but at this point I can only trust myself that I can make it through. And that Vic is still the same guy I knew when I was eighteen. Even though I have changed, I need Vic to be the same guy even though it's selfish of me to think that way.

  Vic's hand cups my cheek, giving me goosebumps with his touch. His eyes looked deep into my eyes and his curly hair lies perfectly onto his shoulders. I was breathless and was so into the moment. All of sudden I didn't know what I wanted. Is this a mistake? "Vic," 

   But I was quickly cut off by his lips. His hand travels to the back of my neck and I tangle my one hand into his hair while my other hooks onto this waistband of his shorts.

God this felt so right but it was wrong. So so wrong. This can't be happening but it is. Maybe it's the alcohol even though I'm not drunk.

  I know what I want and that was Vic. Hopefully he feels the same way. So I take a step back and he follows my lead. 

  I've him trailing behind with our lips still connected to each other into his bedroom. I have my hands hooked onto the helm of his shirt. The air becomes intense and the heat between us grows. 

  His tender lips leave to my neck. I tilt my head back for his clearance and let out a soft moan through my throat. I immediately take off his shirt. His muscles make my mouth water for him. God why is he so hot?

  We fall onto the bed that creaked when we did. I laugh from the movie-like move and so does he. It breaks the intense moment and which I'm glad that it does.

My hands felt around his chest, taking their time to down his toned muscles. My fingers laid on his shorts, giving a small tug as his tongue dominated mine.

  I unbutton his shorts and he helps me at tossing them randomly on the floor. His lips trail down my body leaving a trail of blazes. When his mouth sucks on my collarbone, it took everything within me not to moan loudly. He doesn't miss a spot as I squirm from the feelings as his lips stop at my shorts.

"Hurry," I pant out.

  He unbuttons my shorts and slides them down my legs carefully. Leaving me to watch him and missing his touch. His bulge grows within his boxers that now I have the urge to take them off his body.

His hands reach to my back and unclasp my bra, throwing it randomly in the darkened room. His hand massaged my left breast roughly – the way I liked it. His mouth attacks my other breast, tugging and teasing my nipple.