Imagine falling head over heels for somebody you didn't even want to meet at first. Sounds far-fetched, right?
Liam Payne from One Direction is not at all keen on seeing Alya Singh, who is a singer from India. He, along with his band-mates, has to p...
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"We waste time looking for the perfect lover,
Instead of creating the perfect love."
Alya's P.O.V.
Finally, Liam eased back and my body writhed beneath him. An audible gasp escaped from my mouth because of the pain and sudden emptiness. His warm breaths fanned my face while my heartbeat was too loud. I was sure that he could feel my heart thumping wildly against his chest.
"Princess," Liam finally broke the silence and I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze. Passing me a small smile, he rubbed the tip of his nose against my nose before resting his forehead against mine. "You feeling okay?" He inquired in a tender voice, his lips brushing against mine slightly.
"Yeah," I whispered back, humming in response and he placed a soft kiss on my lips.
Pulling back a little, he rested the palm of his hands on either side of my head on the bed and took a look at my face, as if studying me before he leaned closer and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you," He whispered against my skin and I closed my eyes for a second, drawing in a deep breath before letting it out in the form of a satisfied sigh.
Pulling back again, he dragged the duvet up, covering me and spoke again, "I'll just be back." With that, he got down from the bed and handed over his tee-shirt to me before making his way towards the washroom, most probably to dispose of the condom. Sitting up straight on the bed, I wore the tee and laid down on the bed again, making myself comfortable.
Within a few minutes, Liam stepped back into the room and he was then wearing his boxer shorts that were hanging too low on his hips. That sexy V-line of his, escaping under that piece of cloth, made me mentally drool over my man's hotness. As he approached closer, I quickly shifted my gaze from his lower torso to his face before my mind could start imagining him inside me again.
Passing me a loving smile, he slid under the comforter and laid down next to me. Wrapping his right arm around my upper back, he pulled me closer and I scooted over, resting the side of my face against his chest. In another second, the tip of his fingers started caressing my back, just the way I loved, and the corner of my lips curved at the edges to form a small smile.
"Sweetheart?" Liam's tender voice fell in my ears and I looked up at him, resting my chin on his chest. Intertwining the fingers of his free hand with mine, he brought them closer to his mouth and kissed me on the knuckles softly. "Did it hurt too much?" He asked timidly.
Passing him a small smile, I shook my head in response. "Just a little," I told him truthfully, passing him another smile. "I would surely do it all over again," He chuckled at my words, squeezing my hand in his and returned me a passionate smile before he looked away.
Trying to give a voice to my thoughts, I cleared my throat silently and finally spoke up. "Was I... was I good enough?" I mumbled, my gaze then fixed on our intertwined hands.
