So Wrong, Not Right

Chapter 4

She reached up and touched his lips with her fingertips. He turned sideways and kissed her palm. And then he looked back at her, waiting for her to make that decision.

She stared at his handsome face. His crystal blue eyes are dark with passion. He is devastatingly handsome. She knew just by looking back at him that she couldn’t utter the

word no. Because right now, she feels that if going to bed with this devil is the prize to claim, then she would blissfully live as a sinner.

She does want to feel more. And she wants this dangerous man… those devilish eyes… nothing less! She giggled and nuzzled his ear, and then she whispered,

“I want you…” before she could stop the words from coming out of her lips.

And the world turned upside down. As soon as the wordswere out, he took her mouth again in another passionate kiss.

He was out of his pants in less than one minute. She felt her own nakedness when she felt him touch her in her most

intimate part. Her eyes widened when she felt her own wetness. Her own arousal.

A moan of pleasure escaped her lips. He fished a c****m somewhere and she felt cold when her own body lost contact of his. She yearned for more.

“Justin, please…” She begged.

Then he was back on top of her. He kissed her, as his knees nudged her thighs to open wider.

She took a deep breath. She was ready. She was waiting. She was yearning.

“Open your eyes, Adrienne.” He said softly. She opened her eyes.

“I want you to look at me when I make love to you.” He said.

She nodded, excitement shooting from every part of her body. And slowly, she felt him at her entrance. She took a deep breath. There is no turning back for her. And she knew that this could be a sin she would never regret committing.

Her family and Troy, even her friends, are miles away from her mind. She anticipated what is going to happen.

And then it did.

She closed her eyes and a squirm escaped her lips as she felt a tearing pain. Her arms flew to his neck and she hugged him to her, as if the pain will go away, with the feel of him close to her.

“Oh s**t!” He cursed softly.

He knew. She forgot. They were caught up in a web of passion and he tore into her maidenhead without knowingthat it was still intact. And she didn’t know how they could

go on without the pain that seemed unbearable.

He looked down at her. There were tears rolling down her cheeks. He wiped them with his thumb and then hehugged her to him, kept her closer and warmer. Then he kissed her in the lips gently.

“I’m sorry.” He said. Then he felt him withdraw very gently. The pain is still there. He reached down and she felt him touch his own arousal. She didn’t know why. Andthen he kissed her again very passionately and yet with so much care.

She felt warm and at the same time, still aroused. And then she felt him again at her entrance and slowly he entered her.

She felt another tearing pain, but it was very gentle compared to the first one. And looking at her deeply, hethrusted slowly… she was surprised that the pain was ebbing. And she felt more excited. He kissed her. Until she felt the urgency and the yearning she felt a while ago… this time stronger. Like a tide that is sweeping her away from the shore. She felt his own urgency. She felt the madness taking over him… and she realized it has taken

over her as well. He thrusted faster and faster, all the timetrying hard to be gentle… until she felt unfamiliar sparks shooting from everywhere. And she let out a scream of

pleasure that she hasn’t experienced before. She shivered. He caught her mouth and swallowed her screams in his kisses. When it was over, he thrusted faster until she felt him pull himself out of her and he buried his face in the mass of her hair and she felt his body rock.

When it was over he looked down at her deeply. His lips curved in a half smile and then his mouth descended towards hers.

After the kiss, neither of them said a word. He stood up and turned on his bedside lamp. For the first time, she saw him fully n***d. She swallowed. She realized, as well, that for the first time, she was n***d in front of a man. Hell!

She’s never even been n***d in front of Jill.

He went to his closet. When he returned he was holding a blanket in his hand.

She was uncertain of what is going to happen next. For thefirst time that night, she felt a little embarrassed. She felt her confidence wavering.

He took her hand and pulled her up and caught her by the waist. He kissed her again, passionately, drugged her again,

until there was no choice for her but to wrap her arms around him and kiss him back.

Then he pulled away the blanket they made love in, which she noticed to her horror was filled with blood and something else—she knew what it was. She took a deep breath. The world was still reeling. She still wasn’tthinking straight. She was still drunk from the seven shots of tequila she took and the d**g of his lovemaking.

He threw the new set of blankets over the bed and then he laid down on it and pulled her to him.

They laid there for a while. Not saying anything. Her head was resting comfortably in his shoulders. He had one hand rested on her waist. The other under his head. When she looked up, he was staring at her with his crystal blue eyes that seem to drown her every time she stares at them.

“What?” She asked.

“I’m sorry.” He said gently. “I didn’t know…”

She put a finger in his lips. “Sshh!” She said. “It’s okay.”

“Do you still hurt?” He asked.

She shook her head.

They were quiet for a while. Each of them lost in their own thoughts. She looked up at him again. He looked back at her. Then he smiled.

“It was an amazing night.” He whispered. “I’m… I’m sorry I caused you pain, though.”

She smiled. “One man is bound to do so one day.”

He chuckled softly. “Then I feel so damn lucky it had to be me. But trust me, honey, that’s the only pain I will be causing you.”

You’re right! Because I don’t want anything to do with you after tonight! You couldn’t hurt me when I walk out that door and never look back, she promised herself.

“Good night, Adrienne.” He said, and then he leaned down and kissed her lips gently. He turned of the lights and wrapped his arms around her.

She closed her eyes, thinking, this was a dream… a dream she would call to her memory everytime, she will feel very low in self-esteem. She would treasure this night… even if it will be but just a dream.

A minute later, she was sound asleep. He kissed her on the forehead and closed his eyes.

When he woke up, she was gone. He looked around his room looking for any sign of her. There was none.

He sat on his bed, n***d. She didn’t leave anything. Except for her memory, and her scent that he still can smell when he laid back on his bed, right in the spot where she slept. The same spot where she lost herself for the first time with a man… and that man was him… He looked at the blanketon the floor. It was tainted with her blood. Lost innocence.

He smiled.

She was a virgin. She just did a one nightstand. He couldn’t understand why he spent the whole night with her. Why he didn’t send her home. He has never spent thenight with a woman in his entire life. It was one of thethings that he thought usually leads to expectations and

commitments. He doesn’t need that in his life. He didn’tknow why he waited for her to sleep first and then heallowed himself to sleep with her in his arms, breathing in the scent of her skin, and her hair, which smelled like wild

strawberries. He didn’t understand, but he felt drawn to her.

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