Seventy

CHAPTER 70

GLENN

IT Was a kiss that sent nerves racing down my spine. I had always thought of how it felt to kiss this man, my mind had always thought of everything intertwined into the moment of passion and heartful bliss at the moment I would say it felt like heaven.

His lips on mine were the most beautiful things I could ever think of, it filled me up differently than anyone had ever made me feel.

How else do I repay this?

My heart ricocheted, there was this fear that I might be too frail to match the energy in this one kiss.

It left a feeling of lust turned to passion in my soul, one that spread through my blood like poison, like a venom looking for a way to drag me into the hell of his lovemaking.

I could feel it as it creeped over till my own felt like it was beyond my own control, I would have stopped to think about the situation to know if it was really what I wanted, but at the moment there was nothing to think about, just pure lust.

Just pure lust enough to destroy both heart and it's host— The truth was it felt so real, so raw at that moment, tremors of

Passion ached in my chest, each forcing its way out In thudding heartbeats.

Each sound it made was like a pause in time, my eyes narrowed, just like they had when I had looked at him the first time to see if he wanted this as well.

His gaze imitated mine— it was full with the same desire that was in mine, the same zeal to take each other's clothes off.

I had no desire to inform him about what I wanted cause it looked like he was aware of it already, my heart gave me away… gave me out on his platter of gold.

My heart would never be mine after this, I knew that beyond a doubt. It was the one thing in my life that was mine, and now wasn't.

I reached across him to where he was pulling him closer to me, pretending that the moment wasn't taking my breath away, when in reality it sent a rush of warmth low in my stomach.

"Take me, Santi."I Whispered into his ears as soon as I leaned into him.

I dug my fingers through his hair pulling him closer, urging him on as the kiss became a fight of two souls—His and mine both individually at each other.

I paused with my hand on his shirt as if to ask him if he really wanted this.

A hint of a sly smile pulled at his lips, almost as if he was thinking about something inappropriate,as if he wanted this as much as I did.

"Do it." He muttered.

It was two word's yet ran havoc through my nerves as they quaked heavily—

I tugged off at his shirt pulling it as buttons went flying in all directions.

“I wasn't expecting that. " He muttered with a smile as I could feel his own breath through my fingers that were trailing carefully over his now bare chest.

I glanced at him, and a sudden wave of shyness overcame me when I noticed he’d been watching me.

He ran his hand down my back, marveling at the softness.as I pushed up against his manly frame …

He was so huge all of a sudden, and I was as before him so small, fragile almost

breakable in his arms—

He lifted me clearly off the ground with no effort as I could feel something tighten in my throat. I didn’t know what to do with this man, I was as naive as I was pure… i was a fucking virgin, his to take for the first time.

Could he see my fear's, he most definitely could as I felt transparent. One part of me wanted him to know my flaws, the other was worried that I might never fit into her shoes.

Every time I looked at him all the way to my bedroom, my blood burned hotter, searing the word take me … over and over again till it was the only word in my head.

I leaned into his chest, listening to the music that echoes from his heart.

This wasn't infatuation right? If it was infatuation, it would’ve gone away by now.

This was two person that loved each other, body, soul and spirit, and I was coming to the conclusion that no matter what happened at my house today , no matter what hadn’t fucking happened, I wasn't going to regret it.

I’d come to the conclusion I didn’t give a shit if he wanted to be with another: he couldn’t. It was that simple, I was going to give him so much of myself till he let go of

the past because he knew he found something he like—specifically, a

lover—in the future.

I wouldn’t be able to handle it with a clear mind, as the thought of rejection came through my mind again leaving a feeling that sent a hollow ache throughout my chest.

He dropped me on the bed carefully, and I laid back staring deep into his eyes. His breath fanned my neck, and I ran my fingers through his hair.

There was so fucking much of me to give, and I would do that without holding back. With the words In my mind, I urged him closer, .I’d had to hold it out of his face while he kissed down my neck.

He hadn’t been lying—I could feel it in his breath, his heart beating.

I could feel the heady rush that consumed me. Maybe he wasn’t as experienced as I was or maybe he was too experienced.

Maybe he was just too good at hiding all of this, at that moment I didn't care … I wanted it all. Everything.

The urge to demand for more was on the tip of my tongue, but I forced myself to keep it in.

I didn’t want to talk—or even think—I just wanted him to take control.

To teach me.