(What the heart wants)
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Melanie pov
"I kiss him back with all my heart. It feels like my chest is about to explode from all the emotions inside me. His lips feel so right on mine. I can't help but moàn as he deepens our kiss.
The words he just confessed to me almost make me lose my mind. I can't believe that he never wanted anybody else like he wants me now. I don't even care whether it's a lie or not, because hearing those words feels so damn good, to the point that it makes me feel like crying.
I've raised my white flag. It's time to surrender. It's time to be vulnerable. My heart , wants what it wants.
It just wants me to be in his arms. Right in this moment.
I pull away from him to say what I need to say. "Vaughn," I rasp, my breaths still short from our tantalising kiss. He looks frustrated after I interrupt our kiss, like he can't live a second without it. He locks his eyes with mine, searching for something, as if trying to figure out what I'm going to say.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. I shouldn't have pushed him away. I was so stupid. "I was in denial. I said the things I didn't mean to—"
"Shut up. I don't care anymore," he cuts me off , before his lips crash on mine again.
I close my eyes, my fingers clutching his back. I hold unto him like my life depends on him. He bounces my body up against the wall, and I wrap my legs around his waist as we continue to kiss.
Our tongues dance with each other, his hands on my nape and back, pressing me close to him. Without changing our position, he carries me into the hallway. He nibbles at my bottom lip, earning my gasp. Oh, God, why does this kiss feel so good? It makes me feel weak on my knees. I'm thankful that he's carrying me, because I can't walk by myself with all these side effects he's giving me.
He pushes a door open with his back, and I realize that we're entering my room. Then he pushes me onto the bed, with him towering me, like he's ready to devour me.
His eyes are filled with desire and something more. Something so intense that it hurts.
"Damn it, Mel, do I have to really prove to you how much I want you?" he says, the words seeping deep into my soul, feeding it.
He cups my face and kisses me again with such passion. I can't help but feel that his words are fucking true. Boy, how could I be so blind before? Maybe he also needs me, just like how I need him. Maybe even more.
All my walls are broken, crumbling into pieces. In such time after we first met, this boy has stolen my heart.
And now as I lie here on my bed, with him, I know that I'm all his. He already owned them. My heart. My soul. And my body.
He gives me butterfly kisses on my neck. The dress I'm wearing gives him access to every skin on my shoulder, and he takes that advantage as he places multiple kisses there.
I gasp as he sucks on my skin. It hurts, but the pleasure he's giving me overshadows it.
I may have to consider not wearing this kind of clothes again anytime soon because, with the way he keeps sucking on my skin here and there, it would be enough to leave me with multiple hickeys.
Then with a single swift movement, he unzips the side of my dress and pulls it down, exposing my breàsts and stomach.
He gazes at me, and heat travels to my face. My heart is racing. I've never exposed these parts of me to anybody else before.
"God, Mel. You are so fûcking beautiful."
I blush even more, and a gasp leaves my lips as he captures my nîpple in his mouth.
"Vaughn," I whimper. The feeling is so ràw and rare to me, making me shake with the new sensations consuming me. His tongue plays with my nîpple, trailing it in a circular motion. Without stopping, he kneads my other brèast, which fits perfectly under his big hand. His palm feels so warm on my skin.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my fingers running through his hair, grabbing it, pulling it. He pinches the other nîpple, eliciting a small scream from me.
The next moments are spent with him giving my other brèast the equal amount of pleasure as he licks the nîpple, while his hand plays with the twin.
By the time Vaughn pulls off to look at me, I'm already panting Hard. If this is some kind of foreplay, I don't know how I'm going to survive the next one. But then as I look into those amber orbs, I know that we are nowhere close to finishing. There's no way that I can stop the desire burning in his eyes.
Vaughn pulls up his shirt and takes it off. And, Goddamit, my eyes are blessed. He looks dashing with his perfectly built body. I can't help but stare at those broad shoulders, chest and toned abs. He looks so magnificent. So SèXy.
So Vaughn.
He leans down to me again and presses a hard kiss on my lips. "Shît," he curses, his breath hot and sweet as he speaks on my mouth. "Tell me to stop."
His voice is filled with pain, as if he's trying so damn hard to control himself but can't. My pulse quickens. This is the time when I should put a stop if I want to.
My mind travels back to those times when the younger version of me wondered about how I was going have all my firsts. My first kiss. My first time.
My first love.
I was thinking of saving all my firsts for one guy. Would it be for the man I would end up marrying?
My eyes dart on the guy in front of me, who stares at me with so much intensity that it's killîng me. The look on his face tells me that he's being serious when he told me to make him stop. Deàd serious.
But then, of all the three things, he has taken two. So it seems right enough for him to take the third one, doesn't it? He kisses me again, brutally, yet he pulls away again. "Fûck. Tell me to stop," he growls impatiently.
"No," I whisper, which almost sounds like a cry. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer and bury my face in his shoulder.
Why do I feel like I'm losing him again? I have a feeling that he'll keep a distance from me, because both of us know that we can't control ourselves anymore when we're around each other. I shudder at the thought of being away from him. The pain when I saw him walking away and just plainly ignoring me is still fresh in my mind. I don't want to experience that horrible feeling anymore.
And, of course, we can think about Jake later, can't we?
"Don't stop," I plea. "Don't leave me, Vaughn." My voice is shaking.
And I think those sentences are just what he needs to pour his craving for me because, after that, he ravishes my mouth again. I don't need him to tell me that he wouldn't leave me. Because his actions speak louder than volume, like he wouldn't leave me even if he wanted to.
His lips then trail down to my neck, the area between my breast and down to my stomach. He stops when he reaches below my belly button, where the dress stops.
My heart thumps hard when he pulls the dress even lower and takes it off my feet. I am now almost nakèd in front of him, if not because of my pànty. Part of me feels relief that I'm at least wearing my best lingerie. Thank God it's one of my favourite black lace pantîes.
His gaze falls on it before a soft smile appears on his lips, making me feel like dyîng. Slowly, he pulls the underwear down, which feels like forever to me.
Once I'm completely naked, I can't help but cover the most intimate part of my body with my hands, looking away.
"Don't." He grabs my hands and puts them aside so that he can get a full view of my slit. "You're beautiful." His voice is filled with such adoration that I can't help but look at him again.
My heart beats twice as he looks into my eyes. There isn't an ounce of a lie in his. He leans over and gives me a peck on my lips, making my face flush hard.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks. "Because once we're on it, I don't think I'll be able to stop."
I know that he asks me this question because he truly cares about me. But I hàte it when I have to say it out loud. I'm already embarrassed by telling him not to leave me. And now, I have to admit that I'm about to throw off that 'good girl title.
Instead of saying it, I choose to give him a small nod instead.
To my surprise, he pulls away and walks out of the room. Then I realise about what he's doing, a soft chuckle escaping my mouth. Oh, God, this is really happening.
And just to confirm my assumption, Vaughn emerges back in the room with a small packet in his hand.