Frail hearted

Frail hearted

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This is it. This is the moment I have been wai- "Don't think about anything. Just feel the touch of my fingers." Brayden breathed slowly into my ear, and I listened to him. I stopped thinking about anything and everything else. All I could focus on, was him.. It's all I could ever focus on since the moment I saw him.. let alone hear his voice. "You're doing it again, Hazel." His grip around my back tightened; not painfully.. but enough to lose my train of thought, again. "I-I'm sorry. Forgive me?" I looked up into his eyes as he laid me back. He started tracing his fingers from the center of my back, across the bare of my hips, towards the center of my torso. I started to quiver, knowing I was about to start dripping from my panties. "Baby, this isn't your first time, is it?" Brayden unsuctioned his mouth from my neck to meet my gaze. He looked genuinely curious as he studied my face. His eyes traced along my imperfect face, and then he cracked a smile and a low chuckle. "It is, but I want this. I've wanted this since I saw you. I've craved this." I wrapped both of my hands around the nape of his neck and pushed him towards my lips. My fingers were exploring ever so softly with his chocolate brown hair, that was as smooth as milk chocolate itself. His tongue pushed through the surface that my lips enclosed, and our tongues met once more. Our tongues danced and mine were silently screaming to taste him again, to be implored by him. "I will gladly be your first, as long as I am your last, Miss Hazel Michaels." He whispered between our lips, and it was all I ever could want.
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Once Grayson and I reached my home, he stayed for a moment longer. I stared up at him, he reached out to me, and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. I blushed as his fingers brushed against my skin. He tilted my chin up towards him. I shuddered and looked up at him through my lashes. I lightly gripped his upper arm. His face hovered over mine. His hot, shallow breath against my lips made me shift. He slipped his other arm around my back, and pulled me gently towards him. "Lyla..." My name on his lips felt like I was lighter than air. The part of me that is trying to resist this kicks in, "Grayson... no, I-I can't." I whispered. I was surprised how my smooth and innocent my voice was sounding. My plea just made him hold me tighter, "And why not?" He asked gently. His eye bore a hole in me, right in the center of my heart. The place that wanted me the most to love him unconditionally and to hold onto him and never let him go. "Because May will be mad." I replied. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the warmth of his lips to overwhelm me. He stayed where he was, his lips just out of reach. He was teasing me. I opened my eyes, and looked into his. The cunningness and he way he flattened his eyelids over half of his eyes made me shudder in excitement again. There was something else in his eyes. Something I've never seen before. He was looking at me in a way no other man and ever. "I don't care about her anymore." He whispered against my lips.

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