Olivia's POV
His mouth was fire.
I couldn't even remember his name. Is it Harry? George? It was hard to remember as his lips made me insane. I feel his hands sliding over my bare skin, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. The deep, steady, sound of his breathing on my face.
I should have stopped him. I should have stopped myself. But every thought of caution drowned under the rush of heat between us. The city lights spilled through the window, turning his skin to gold. My fingers found his hair—thick and soft. I pulled him closer, greedy the way his lips claimed mine like he had every right to.
I know I was under the alcohol's spell. I know I'll regret this tomorrow, but the way his lips showered my body eased the pain I'm feeling. I want to forget. I want to punish them for betraying me and breaking my trust. I want to show them I can do what they did to me, but I wasn't expecting to be drawn to this man.
I can taste the whiskey we'd both had, remembering the company he'd given me and how I threw myself on him willingly. I was lost in his touch and kisses, feeling his warmth against my skin. His fingertips touch my curves, like remembering it. I felt the sharp edge of his self-control slipping with every kiss, every shift of my hips.
His palm slid down my thigh, slow and certain. I gasped against his mouth when he touched my wetness under the fabric that was blocking it. He looked into my eyes as if he wanted to remember this night, even though I'm not planning to. I want to forget this one night and that will happen. This is a mistake I couldn't stop because my body is already under his supervision.
"Tell me to stop," his voice was deep, gravelly, and dangerous.
"I don't want to," I murmured.
"I might not be able to stop myself if you insist," he warned.
I remove my underwear and throw it away, especially since it's the only fabric I have on. "I am not going to stop you…"
"You will regret this," he replied.
"No, I won't. I will not regret—" he didn't let me finish. He stopped me from talking by kissing me aggressively. His aggressive kiss isn't disturbing, yet it's making me aroused and greedy even more.
He moved his lips down my neck, leaving a mark to show I'm his. And then, he reaches my chest and s*ck my n*pple that made me gasp for air. I gripped the bedsheet, feeling the tingling sensation he was adding to the lust I'm feeling right now.
"Ohhh…" I moan as he s*ck it like he hasn't been fed for months.
I rubbed his head, gripping his hair while arching my back when he s*ck it harder. His tongue is playing with it professionally and I want more. I can feel his length stroking to my wetness, ready to invade me any second. He stopped again, and his eyes were hesitant.
"Please, don't stop…" I mumbled.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
I nodded, "Yes…"
Our lips locked again as he started pointing his manhood to my entrance, and without warning, he slid inside me, causing me to gasp in shock, and tears came out of my eyes.
He paused and said, "You're a virgin…"
I looked away, feeling shy, "Yes…"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I faced him bravely and answered, "Do I have to?"
"No, but I'm surprised." He leaned toward my ear and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
And he did.
He thrust inside me with care, as if I were fragile enough. Every thrust he made left an effect on my body. My nails dug into his back, scratching it because of the insane sensation building inside me. His manhood crushed me within, claiming me like he had the right. I moaned under my gasp, whimpering in lust and eagerness.
So, this is what it feels like. Ben promised not to touch me until marriage, but he tasted someone else. Worst of all, he chose my best friend to cheat with. My broken heart was suddenly mended, feeling his touch healing and picking up the pieces of my broken heart. All I wanted was to forget, and he's helping me with it.
"Hmm… you're so huge…" I compliment.
"And you're so tight…" he breathed, throbbing faster between my legs.
"Ohhhh, yes…." I wrapped my legs and his manhood hit the spot perfectly. I arched my back as it sent a wave of electricity through my body, making me tingle, and I gripped his arms tightly.
He was ripping me off, and unfortunately, I liked it.
"Ahhh… yes… yes… yes… I'm all yours… harder, please…" I begged.
He chuckled softly and it was like a sound in my ears. "As you wish."
He bolts. Our skin synchronized, in rhythm, making a sound as he thrust deeper, faster, harder. He pinned my hands above my head, moving his waist in ecstasy and locking our lips. I'm surrendering to him. Giving my body willingly, begging him to take me to heaven, and screaming in lust.
I whimper, squeal, and growl louder. The room was filled with my voice. He put my left thigh above his shoulder, making his thrust even deeper. I can feel it. I can feel his manhood filling me up. I can feel it taking over my body and soul. He's talented in all ways.
"Oh my gosh… ohh… yes…" I murmured.
"F*ck! I can't stop myself!" He gritted his teeth, fastened his waist. The bed moved because of what he did and I love it.
Our eyes met. His deep blue eyes were staring back at me. He leaned his forehead on mine as he throbbed harder, making the mattress bounce. I can feel it. We're almost at the brink of lust.
"Damnit! I'm coming! F*ck!" He growled.
"Yes! Ahhhh!" I screamed.
"Sh*t! Ah!" He let out a heavy moan before burying his manhood inside me, filling me up with his juices.
We're both catching our breath, but what made my heart skip is when he kissed me on the forehead. I widened in surprise, staring at him and witnessing how those beautiful smiles flashed. I'm drunk, I know. But he's treating me like I'm something worth more than being cheated on.
"Remember my name, Olivia. Gabriel Harris, and I will find you if you leave me after realizing tomorrow what you've done…" his words mark on my mind. It was like a promise, but soon after drowsiness immediately visited me. After that, everything went dark.