If Only Love Is Real

Prologue

"SEDUCE ME." I whisper.

Time is ticking as I lean my body against his.
He glares right through me as his hands are tight on my waist, sensual as he gently strode his hands softly on my skin while he roughly kisses my neck. My body heats, his gray eyes piercing. —kiss me harder. Our tongues intertwine roughly with every stroke of his soft, soothing breath gently passing through my face. Intensifying, grinding, panting—oh yes, this is what I want.

"Do you like it?"
"Oh yes.. Please..." I beg.

His palm caresses my cheek as he tastes me with his luscious tongue, tempted to take a bite as his lips salivates with the hunger to consume me. He slowly goes deeper south while my body is burning up in pleasure as my nipples are between his lips.

My body commands to give away as he hold me tighter and tighter. I want him inside me, I want him inside me. I continue this mantra, looping around my mind, feeling my body burning as he closes his eyes and he kisses me again, my hands on his beautiful dark, brown hair as he pulls me closer. My mouth opens, he grunts in pleasure as he goes inside my body like a perfect puzzle.

"YOU.. ARE.. SO.. TIGHT." He whispers.

He moans as he goes faster and faster, hands on my waist as he pulls me hard on the sheets. I never knew this would feel so good. I could feel his erection growing bigger and bigger inside me. His hips twist in a circular motion, feeling him thumping on the walls of my body. I flush as I bite my lips. Adrenaline rushes on my body like a fever. Sweat on his body as he brushes me on the bed. My hands hold tight on his muscular shoulders hinting him for more and it makes him more erotic— he is so damn hot.

"Please... Don't..stop." I plead. He goes deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Shoving it back and fourth. The friction was sexy—seduction at its peak. His body is a masterpiece, perfectly built, gorgeous and majestic—and his eyes are purely sexy.

He bites his lips with a powerful glare of his scorching seductive gray eyes, wanting me to surrender—wanting me to come.

"Fuck." He whispers to my ear.

He moans once more, but with a steamy hint of orgasm. His warm palm touches my back as I arch my body while he continues to empty himself. Heavy breathing takes place, he smiles devilishly at me—panting.

His messy hair is a turn on, his scorching gray eyes glaring deeply at me and yet he is still inside me, looking sexy— like an Olympian God. His face unreadable, slightly smiling but I couldn't tell. He bites his lips as I bite mine. He smirks darkly as his eyes turn into a darker deep gray.

"I'm not done yet." He said.

We deeply stare to one another, his seductive eyes radiate in sensual heavenly darkness. His body bends as he shoves it in once more. The rhythm, like a heartbeat. "Ugh," I groan.

"I'll.. Make.. You.. Squirt."

He groans hard, my hands on his biceps. I don't want this to end. His hands on my hips, pulling my body to his body, the friction increases. He is still hard but he suddenly pulls it out. My eyes widens in surprise, confused, unsatisfied, craving for more. What made him change his mind?

He stands up as he slowly puts his clothes back on as I lay down the bed with the sheets on my chest. He turns around and gives me a kiss in the forehead as if he's going to leave. My eyes start to tear as he softly goes for the doorknob.

"Lie to me again." I whisper. He pauses for a while.

"I love you." He says as he walks out of the door.

I close my eyes as the wind softly touches my face... it is cold. I never knew loneliness could easily get into me the moment the walks away. I stare at the door wondering if he would change his mind and knock again. The waiting goes on for minutes until I look desperate.

Moments later, I decide to wear back my red backless dress as I  cover it with my gray coat. I go out of the building, rush my way to the streets, walking in deep confusion as the street lights brightens up my way.

I take a deep breath as I can feel my tears drying up on my face as the bruises on my cheeks are starting to feel numb.

What have I gotten into?

"Do I deserve this?" I sadly ask myself as I walk slowly down the sidewalk. I clench my fists as I hold the letter intended for him.

Raindrops fell as I gently let go of the parchment on an empty bin for it I wonder...

If only love is real.