Finding the Abyss of Love

Why am I holding back?

Zoya’s POV

It’s been a month now that Lucas and I are together. Right now, we were on the rooftop at his house watching the sun set as the summer night wraps us in its warm blanket. Every time he sees me, his lips crash into mine as if he is hungry only for me. His lips always make me breathless as if his life depends on those kisses. Soon I find myself on his lap straddling him his arms making circle on my back as his lips crash into mine.

His one hand grabbed my hips and pulled my body closer to him while the other hand slid under my dress. I couldn’t control the moan that left my lips. With a groan, Lucas deepened his kiss as his hands roughly explored every inch of my body. Before I knew it, he was on top of me pressing body against mine. Oh my God, when did he take his shorts off? He tried to push in me. 

“Aah…, please stop it hurts,” I said under his kisses.

“It’s ok baby.., it will hurt at the beginning, but everything will be alright soon,” he said as he pushed again at my entrance. But I couldn’t take it anymore. Fear and pain had swallowed me whole by this time.