H a r l a n
Harlan had been struggling since the moment he saw Diana wearing his clothes. It was a sight for sore eyes that made him want to fuck her until she screamed his name and that she was his and he was hers.
So to avoid doing that, he avoided looking at her for too long and took many deep breaths. Of course, his libido died down the moment she asked about Selene.
His first instinct was to close down and stop having this conversation, but she deserved to know.
"Yes," was all he said, but it was a big step for him not to deflect or ask her the useless question: 'How did you know?'. Because it wasn't hard to guess, she was a trained psychiatrist and when he met her he was still drooling over his sister-in-law like a stupid puppy.
"I see," was all she answered as she lowered her eyes back to her ramen. "Do you still love her?"
Harlan sighed as he took her face with both of his hands and squished her face. Fuck, she was so cute, but she was sad or insecure and he never wanted her to feel like that. "No, I only love you," he said, letting her go as he looked down.
"To be honest, I think I was in love with her because she was the first person to worry about me, and because I had never met anyone like her. She was so full of light even after all she went through and she was caring and kind--"
"And beautiful" Diana said sadly.
"Yes," he said still not looking at her "Did you know I fought Damien for her? Before I knew they were mates, that is" he laughed and then he looked at her "I'm so glad Damien won because what I felt for her could never even measure up with what I feel for you."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Diana I have never and I will never love anyone more than I love you, Selene is pretty and kind, but we are better off as friends," he said "I think if we ever dated we would murder each other" he laughed and Diana did too.
"I remember you fought a lot when we met," she said.
"Yeah, because she has the bad habit of babying people and I like to torture them." Diana smiled once more. "Any more questions?" he picked up Diana's now empty bowl and put it in the dishwasher.
When he faced her again she was studying him intently "Yeah, actually..." she walked over with a suspicious look on her face "Why won't you look at me? Is it my hair?" she smiled playfully.
This was the only question he was afraid of answering, mostly because he was afraid she didn't feel the same thing he did. "Your hair looks fine" he assured her, it didn't look too bad, it was different, but it was still hers and he loved her. Fuck, he loved her.
"Then what is it?" she walked, cornering him against the counter. She was so close he could smell her addictive scent. It was making him crazy.
"I'm trying my best to control myself right now, Diana" he warned, closing his eyes. Suddenly he heard her back away.
"Oh," she said "About that--"
He interrupted, not wanting to make her feel pressured "We don't have to do anything, really. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or pressured. It's just... This is new to me, I'm struggling to control it." he confessed.
And she smiled "I'm never uncomfortable around you, and if I'm feeling pressured I'd tell you" She came closer and hugged him "But you being worried about me is making me want to do it even more."
He hesitated hugging her back "Are you sure? You shouldn't want to do it because of me--" In a movement so fast he could barely see it she got up on the tips of her toes and kissed him.
He was reluctant and it was weird because he never really cared for someone this deeply before. But a kiss could be just that, but he kissed her back with so much force they had to stop to get some air. "Are you sure?" he asked and she nodded "We can stop any moment" he knew this could be hard for her, and as much as he wanted to ravish her, he knew it would be better if he took it slow. So he summoned as much self-control as he could and if he didn't have any he would fabricate it right then and there because he wasn't going to hurt her.
Maybe he didn't deserve her, maybe he was bad for her, but he could change. He would change to be a man worthy of her, change to make sure she felt safe and happy around him all the time.
He promised himself this as he picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her softly on it. She smiled and he was suddenly more nervous than he had ever been before. This was extremely weird because Harlan had a lot of experience when it came to sex, but he had never done it with someone he loved before.
He kissed her once more, hell he could kiss her forever if that was all she wanted to do. She smiled into the kiss and separated "I can feel you overthinking" she whispered and he smiled.
"Are you sure you can do this?" He said, resting his weight on his arms on either side of her.
"I want to try because I want you right now" he could hear the need in her voice, and it was driving him insane. "Please," to hear her begging was his undoing.
She ran a hand through his abdomen, the touch almost making him shiver as he tugged up the hoodie she was wearing and threw it on the floor. She gasped as the cold air hit her breasts and he sucked a breath as he saw her.
She tried to tug down his joggers but failed and he was too busy taking the rest of his clothes off her body, he didn't want to help her until he was done. He stared at her for a moment, admiring the symmetry of her body, the way she looked, she was covering one of her scars with her free hand and he frowned at that. And even though he had seen her like that once before this was the only time it counted. Because that time she was dying and at the dungeons, he barely looked.
"You are beautiful" he whispered, making sure she knew what he was thinking. She blushed as she tugged his pants down freeing himself. Diana gasped as she stared at him and he couldn't help but smile. She looked slightly intimidated so he kissed her again, trying to reassure her as he felt his way through her smooth skin.
He didn't mind the scars at all, they were just scars, and they were part of her. He loved her, and even if he didn't, he wouldn't care. He wanted to touch her, be with her, feel her, he wanted to be inside of her and feel her warmth all around him.
When he felt her relax he started massaging her breasts, rolling them under his thumb and then attaching his mouth to one of them while he caressed the other. Diana moaned and that sound had him on his knees. He knew then he would always want to hear it.
He then moved his hand down to her center and started drawing circles. The action had her moaning louder. And he had to use all of his restraint not to climax then and there. Diana was so gone she wasn't even coherent anymore, and he still wanted more. So he slowly left a trail of kisses from her chest to her stomach finally arriving at his destination.
He used his tongue to replace his hand as he used both of them to spread her apart. Diana jolted and moaned louder as he expertly used his tongue to make her reach her limit.
"Harlan!" she said, grabbing onto his hair as she climaxed shaking so hard, he kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He gently stroked her cheek and he prepared himself to stop, even though he was rock hard, if she wanted to stop he could do it. But instead, as soon as she came down from her high she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
She kissed him hard and as her mouth left him, he realized what she was doing. "Diana--" he couldn't speak as she took most of him in her mouth, then dragged her tongue flat along the length of him. He let out a deep groan as she did it again and he knew that if she continued this wouldn't last very long.
He sat up and kissed her, flipping them over so that now she was on her back. He separated and asked her again "Are you sure?" she nodded and he used his hand to check if she was ready.
And she was more than ready.
So he guided himself in.
She was so tight he couldn't breathe, he was afraid to move. He pushed into her slowly, waiting for her to get used to every inch of him. Not only did this already feel addicting, but his heart was going to explode at the way she looked at him. He couldn't help but feel he didn't deserve it, but he pushed that thought away and kissed her.
He started to move, gently, relishing the way it felt to be there. They were joined in more ways than one, they were together and they would always be.
He couldn't wait, he just couldn't wait to be with her forever. She looked at him for confirmation and it took him a second to understand, but when he did, he nodded.
She kissed his shoulder, and then, just as they both were about to reach their high, she marked him.
And he never felt happier.