Drowning In Color | ✔️

Chapter Thirty-Eight

From here on out, it's back to Violetta's POV!

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Luka seemed to have returned to his usual self since he stopped being such a stick in the mud that week. Whenever he wanted to do his homework, he'd excuse himself so that I wouldn't be bugged. Then again, it started to feel a little weird, so was it really the best idea?

All I wanted was for him to stop stressing out over everything—me specifically. I wanted to show him that I could be responsible for myself. He'd still drop me off after school, but at least he wasn't stressing over everything I had to do every single second. Be it homework, food.

I wonder if he remembered what day it was.

For once, I woke up early and headed to his house to ring on the doorbell. I made sure to tell him to keep this day blocked off from work, so I was definitely sure that he's still at home. It was his mom who answered it. And I greeted with a soft smile as she invited me in.

Not wanting to waste a minute of time, I rushed up the stairs. The room door at the end of the hall had been closed again. Not that it made much of a difference. I went into the one that was his and found his body, still laying dormant on the bed. I pounced on him.

"God, geez. What the—" he exclaimed while getting up, smacking my face with his hand as he turned. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but I'll admit: I deserved that. "Vio? Why are you in my house..." He picked up his phone to check the time. "And this early?"

I pouted. "You forgot, didn't you? Today's Date day," I reminded. He looked at me with frustrated eyes before his memory hit him in the head.

It was the first time whereby I formally asked him out to a date. Not wanting him to control the entire relationship, I decided to take the chance to ask him out. That way, I wouldn't feel so useless and pathetic all the time.

"But this early though? It's barely six," he said as he stretched his arms out, causing the covers to drop and revealing his naked top. Then he locked me in his arms and brought me down with him. "You have got to at least give me some incentive for waking up this early."

"Get dressed first, you dork!"

I felt myself sweating. Even for dating sims, I only played ones without too many erotic scenes, so I wasn't completely used to this. And he knows it!

My body was protected with layers of clothing to shield myself from his touch. But he was all set for bypassing my security.

Not only did he have me locked within his arms, his legs ensured that I wasn't rolling off the bed anytime soon. One by one, he started pulling everything off my body. I struggled from his grasps, but there was no escape for me. In fact, my struggles may even be hastening the process.

When I was down to just my underwear, he stopped. I felt his hand run down my back as he pulled me into a tight embrace. He moved the covers over me so that I wouldn't get cold. Not that I could, when he's this close to me. He placed his lips on mine, but despite the morning breath, it felt kind of right. Suddenly it was like something I could get used to.

I felt the area around my chest tightening, then something let loose. "What are you doing?" I asked, feeling a sense of uneasiness in me. I looked behind, then back to him.

Luka made a soft laugh. It calmed me a bit. It was the kind that I had always been so obsessed with. But was my discomfort a source of his pleasure?

"You should know what happens when a girl enters a guy's room," he warned. Too late for that. I had only heard that sentence once before. But unlike that time, there wasn't any signs of him intending to stop.

I held my bra close to my boobs to keep them covered. He kissed me again as a distraction. Then grabbed my hands and took the thing that was giving me security.

"Luka?" I called his name. It was only making him smile more. Which was attractive in its own way, if only I wasn't in this state.

He shifted me to the middle of the bed. And he spun around to get on top of me. His whole body pinned me down. Not that it made much of a difference. I wasn't going anywhere. I couldn't.

Seeing how anxious I was, he placed his hand on my cheek and started caressing me. It did work to calm me a bit. He began whispering in my ear in a deep voice.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," he assured me, then licked along my ear. I wanted to trust his words. I chose to do so blindly, since the room was already dim. He lifted his head up and told me, "I love you, Vio. I love you so, so much. And I want you to love me just as much."

He held my hand with a gentle grip. His thumb rubbed my palm as he brought it to his chest. I felt the warmth of his skin and the beat of his heart. It raced for me. I placed both hands around his waist and brought him closer to me.

Once more, he forced his lips onto mine, now more aggressive than before. And he let his hands run free. One can only guess where they'd go. He was losing it. Me too, as my heart and mind fought each other to take over.

But I was okay with it. His touch felt amazing, I had to keep it on me. Each time he lifted his head to shift positions on my lips, I ended up begging for more. When he heard this, he chuckled. I wasn't going to run away anymore.

His hands kept going, caressing me in every way he could, while his tongue lured mine out. Then he shut his lips to catch it. When he seemed to have gotten bored of my mouth, he traveled down, still making love to my neck. He alternated between sucking it and giving a soft, gentle kiss. My lips; my tongue; my neck, he was taking every part of me as his own.

He continued on his way down. And he marked me in places I thought he could only dream of touching. His hands followed along to wherever he was, while mine went to his shoulders. When he reached my hips, I heard him laugh.

"These is a really cute underwear you're wearing right now," he said, as he couldn't stop laughing. I was too much in a daze to come up with a comeback or even process what he's saying.

Gently, he stroked me through the fabric before pulling it out. I held my breath throughout, feeling oddly pleasured by his touch. He rested his head on my stomach and looked right back into my eyes. The blanket covered him like a hood.

"Should I keep going?" I look at him in confusion. Why was he stopping? "I need your consent before I continue."

Fuck it. My mind had been thrown out of the window by then. Despite all that I've been told, I didn't want to back down anymore.

My voice quivered with shyness, which I was aware of. But I accepted and nodded. I whispered to him instinctively, "Please take all of me, Luka. I want to be yours to love forever."

His grin grew larger as he chuckled and covered his mouth with his hand. He seemed to be choking when he heard my answer. He apologized for laughing. Even in the darkness, I could see his eyes glistening.

"Damn, I never expected you to say that. But I'm warning you, I won't hold myself back."

I didn't say another word, though I wasn't refusing. He started taking his pants off. I took the blanket to shield my eyes. Though I could still feel everything underneath.

Before he proceeded any further, I had something to ask. "Have you actually done all of this before?"

"Once," he answered slyly. Part of my heart broke once I heard that. I had to ask when. And with who? He answered, "Last night, to you. In my dreams. Why? You jealous for me?"

Pft. I laughed. "Shut up."

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Oh wow. I actually wrote that >m<

I'll admit, I couldn't help but giggle constantly with nervous laughter from writing this scene

So, uh... Hope you pervs who read that enjoyed it? >w<