Astraea.

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He kissed me.

I kissed him.

I'm gonna die.

A groan leaves his lips when I slowly, rhythmically move my lips against his. He grabs my hips with both hands and pulls me so close that I can hear his heartbeat.

The kiss starts out slow and gentle, but it soon turns into something much more fierce and intense. I cling to his biceps, my nails probably stabbing him. But he doesn't stop. His arms drape over my waist and our bodies collide together in sync.

His lips are so soft. So, so incredibly sweet. I can't pull away. No matter how bad I want to, I just can't. Not when deep down, I know that this is exactly what I'd been waiting for.

He pulls away for a moment, letting us both breathe, but then, just a second later, attacks my lips again, even fiercer than the first time.

In a second, I'm pushed against one of the pillars of the temple.

In the background, I notice the shower start. My eyebrows raise so high I feel my scalp peel off. I push him away and run to the edge to experience it better.

I'm still panting when I look up at the now bright sky. He comes up behind me. Neither of us says a word. We just soak up each other presence, quietly watching the shower.

"You okay?" He asks, still panting. I whip around to face him. His lips are swollen, his hair a tousled mess, but still, the same look decorates his face.

I smile and walk over, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face in his chest. His arms tightly hold me close. My cheek presses against his chest and the fast, rapid sound of his heart rings in my ears.

"Why is your heart beating so fast?" I look up, my chin pressing against his chest.

"Your face is over my heart, and you have the nerve to ask me why my heartbeat is fast?" He whispers and brushes a strand of hair away from my face.

I smile to myself and close my eyes, feeling the very familiar thump of his heart on my cheek. His arms tighten around me, almost lifting me off the ground.

"So"
"So?"

"Are we dating now?" I ask and blink at him. He looks over my head and towards the horizon for a few moments before responding.
"You wanna date?"

"Of course, I wanna date. You wanna date?"
He shrugs.
"No"

His words confuse me. He tells me that I'm his will to live, kisses my forehead, cuddles with me and then tells me he doesn't want to be my boyfriend? How does that work?

"No?"

"No"

"Why?" I whisper so quietly I doubt if he heard it. He licks his lips and let's out a breath.

"I don't know, Astraea" I try to push myself away, but his grip on my waist tightens, restricting me. I wiggle, trying desperately to walk away, but he doesn't let go.

"Stop" He hauls me against his rock hard chest.
"What is 'I don't know' supposed to mean, Zane?" I ask him, still struggling to pull away.

"Stop it!" He shouts and I flinch at the tone of his voice. Seeing my reaction, his eyes soften slightly before he leans down and his lips brush against my forehead.

"Iris, listen to me" His voice is soft. I finally give up and stay still. Zane's eyes glow a little when I wrap my arms back around his neck.

"You know what? You're right. We shouldn't date. That'll just hold you back. Plus, mom always wanted me to date Cal. Now might be the perfect moment to make her dream come. Yes, that sounds good" I nod my head, thinking to myself.

His deathly grip tightens on me even more. When I meet his eye, I notice that they're now a hundred shades darker. A chuckle leaves his mouth as he leans down and touches our lips again.

This time, the kiss isn't fierce. It's soft, gentle and sweet. Then, he pulls away, and whispers.
"If you let anyone else touch you, Iris, I swear to fucking God I'll break off their fingers"

"Then why won't you be my boyfriend?" I whine, leaning back. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"It's dangerous as it is. For the both of us"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if we're together, Astraea, half of the world is going to want you. Pretending to hate you in front of them is better than adoring you openly. At least you're safer" His gaze lingers on my lips as he speaks.

He says it like it's so simple. Like I don't see him as my home. My comfort zone. The only place I can think of when the world gets scary. He says it like he's not half my soul.

And even though I understand, I hate him for it.

"So, what now?" I finally succeed in pulling away from his embrace. His arms stay like that for a moment before he lowers them.

"I'll protect you. I'll do anything in my power to keep you happy, and healthy, and safe" He takes a step towards me. I don't back away.

His hands reach out to cup my cheek, his gaze heavy on my face. Suddenly, the air seems a little thicker than it was a second ago. Without thinking of anything, I pull our bodies together, meeting him in a violent kiss.

He seems taken aback at first, but then grasps my waist and pulls me up. His hands snake down to the edge of the sundress and he begins lifting it. Our lips don't leave each other for even a second.

A little 'fuck' leaves his lips when I plant a kiss on his throat. The adam's apple shifts under my lips, his head falling back in pleasure.

In a swift motion, I'm pinned to a large pillar, his lips biting and sucking at my own.

"Zane...." His name mindlessly leaves my lips when his head dips down to my collarbone. His hands trace patterns under my dress. My mind feels hazy and my vision blurry.

"I want you"

He groans, pushing me even further into the hard surface behind me. It digs into my back, but I don't care. I keep moving my lips with his soft ones. Subconsciously, my hands trail up his shirt, exposing the skin underneath. I don't miss the way his lips turn up in a smirk when I tug at his collar.

I fumble with the buttons of his shirt. My hands are shaking. Heck, everything in me is shaking. My thighs feel like they have a personal water fountain between them. My heart hammers.

When he sees me struggle with the buttons, he quietly grasps my hands and pins them over my head with one hand. The other gets to work and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Now, I've seen him shirtless before, but under the moonlight, his body seems to glow. His chiselled abs and his bulging muscles make me weak. I struggle against his grip on my hands, trying to free them.

A dark chuckle leaves his lips.
"What?"
I pout and tug at my hands.
"Let go"

He leans even closer, our breaths coming out as one. The sound of panicked heartbeats drums between us. I have a hard time figuring out whether they are his or mine.

"You wanna touch?" He looks down at his own body. The fucker knows exactly what he does to me. He knows what he does to anyone.

I nod. My cheeks bloom, and I'm thankful for the dark for hiding it.

He let's go of my hands, and as if automatically, they start tracing his abs, then higher until they touch the base of his neck.

That earns me a little moan.

If he could hear my heart right now, he'd think I was dying.

A/N

You asked for it? You got it. Brace yourself for Zane's chapter ;)

Anyway, the reason it took so long was because I wanted them to fully trust each other. I wanted them to have a connection first. But I promised y'all it was worth it, and it shall be ;)

Anyway x2
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