(Confession)
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Melanie pov
Once the cops are gone, Vaughn and I enter my bedroom. Hearing that he would stay here with me makes me relieved. I don't think that I'll be able to stay here alone again while the psychopath is still out there, somewhere that's not in jail.
I don't know when it starts, but now we're kissing. I circle my arms around his neck while he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. The kiss is soft and slow, making my insides melt, filled with warmth.
"Are you feeling better now?" Vaughn whispers between our kisses.
I pull away to look at him, only to find that he's looking at me with worry. His eyes are searching mine, as if trying to figure out what I'm feeling. The kiss leaves me breathless that I can barely speak. Nodding, I rasp, "Yeah."
He pulls me into another soft but passionate kiss, which I gladly respond. It doesn't matter whether his kisses are fierce and brutal, or slow and innocent, they always make my knees go weak and my body on fire.
The sound of raindrops against my bedroom window fills the background, which makes the atmosphere even more intimate. Vaughn holds me close to him like he's afraid that I can be gone anytime, and I hold him like my life depends on him. But then, a grunt leaves his lips as he pulls away. "Melanie."
My body aches with frustration. Why is he holding back? He has no reason to. No reason that he should. He might be thinking that I'm still recovering from the shock and trauma from the incident a while ago, but that's exactly why I need him.
He shouldn't have to worry that he's going to hurt me. He's completely different from the person who tried to rape me. There's no way that his touch and actions would hurt me.
"I need you, Vaughn," I whisper brokenly, staring at him.
I hàte it. I hate myself for being so weak, for admitting how much I need him. I hàte that I'm so dependant on him. I hate myself for being so helpless. I hàte me.
But the thought of not having him by my side overcomes the fear of admitting how much I need him.
He stares at me with a deep and intense gaze, allowing my words to seep into him. Then I feel his hand unbuttoning the front part of my shirt dress, and seconds later, it drops on my feet, exposing me in only my brà and pànties.
I let out a sigh, my breath shaky. He pulls me to his chest and kisses my neck, while his hand unclasps my brà.
A moment later, I find myself completely nàked, my underwear already on the floor.
Soon, he joins me, undressing. And now, our bodies are pressed against each other without any barrier between us as we continue to kiss.
"I won't let anybody else touch you, Mel," he whispers, and I'm taken aback by the fact that it's not only my voice that's shaking. His too. "I won't let anybody hurt you."
With that said, he captures my lips in a hard kiss, and I shut my eyes tight. I feel like the emotions inside me are exploding, as our kiss turns into something bold. Tears begin to fill my eyes because of the deep shît going crazy inside me. I want to scream out my feelings for him. I want to let him know how much he means to me.
"I love you," I whisper. The three words that suddenly leave my mouth shock me to the core, making my eyes snapped open, only to find Vaughn's filled with the same surprise.
He looks like he's still trying to process the information in his brain.
It's done. I've said it, and I have no plan to take it back.
He has pulled me into this whirlwind of emotions I never expected. He has pulled me into this love, making me fall in it, hard and fast.
I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.
I've experienced this denial. The emotions are so raw, so scary, so dangerous.
But so beautiful.
I pushed him away but he kept coming back to me. I made it clear that I didn't want us, but he proved me wrong.
I shouldn't feel that I'm worthless. I shouldn't be scared of loving someone or to be loved.
If I fall for the right person.
He keeps breaking down my walls, taking this insecure girl into his arms. If he's not the right one, then who is? Have I misread all of those signals?
"Make love to me," I beg, now my voice barely a whisper.
Vaughn's jaw tightens as he pulls me even closer to him. I stare into his eyes, drowning in them. Drowning in the emotions I find similar to mine. His lips graze on mine, and I find mine trembling.
A small gasp escapes my mouth as I feel his finger against my opening. Then he kisses me, so softly at the same time he thrusts a finger into me.
I yelp, but he silences me with his kisses. His hand slightly pulls my hair as he tilts my head backwards to deepen the kiss. Another finger enters me, and I'm losing my mind as the speed of his thrusts is increasing. He fûcks me with his fingers hard and fast, while our kiss remains slow and passionate, until it can barely muffle my moàns as they keep coming out along with gasps. I can feel his hot breath too against my lips, the sound of his fingers slapping my skin as they go in and out of me echoing in the room.
My stomach tightens with that unfamiliar feeling again, but before I can cum all over his hand, he pulls his fingers out, making me almost scream in desperation.
Locking his piercing eyes with mine, he growls, "You are mine, Melanie. I won't give your heart back because it belongs to me." The authority in his deep voice when he claims me sends shivers down my spine.
Then he takes out a condom from the back pocket of his jeans and puts it on. He bounces my body up that my legs now wrap around his torso. He carries me toward the bed and sits at the edge of it, causing me to sit on his lap.
I inhale a deep breath, tightening my hold on his neck as he guides his shaft under my slit. Then he fills me fully with a single thrust, making my eyes wide open and both of us moàn at the same time.
I can feel every single inch of his big and hard côck inside me, stretching me, so deep that it feels like reaching my cervix. He begins to move slowly, and my helpless moàns fill the room again, each escaping my lips every time he thrusts into me. This is our second time having sèx, and I'm surprised to find that the pain has lessened a lot even though it isn't completely gone.
His thrusts then become faster and harder, our sweat mixed as our bodies are pressed tightly again. There is no skin of mine that isn't on his. The more he thrusts into me, the more the pain goes away, until it vanishes and all I can only feel is pure bliss as he pours he desires toward me.
"What have you done to me, Mel?" he rasps while my soft whimpers are so close to his ear. "You make me crazy about you."
His words make me aroused even more, and I'm so close to my orgasm. I'm loving the intimacy and the closeness of our body as we're making love. It feels much better when he keeps holding me like this.
"What should I do with you, Mel?" he grunts, as if his feelings for me make him frustrated, just like what happens to me. His thrusts become jerkier, and I can feel that he's close too.
D-don't stop. I can only think about those words as he keeps pounding into me.
The moment he finally empties inside me, my orgasm takes over me. We both pant heavily. Next, we fall onto the bed, still trying to catch our breaths.
"That was amazing." I pant, my face slightly flushing from the realization that I just said it out loud.
Vaughn lets out a deep chuckle. "You don't know how those moments with you went beyond my initial fantasies."
I'm at loss for words. Fantasy? Vaughn was fantasizing about me?
Oh, Gosh. I just had an orgasm, and now he already turns me on again.
Then my mind wanders to my brother. This is something that we should work out as soon as possible. "Don't you think that Jake has to know about this?" I ask. "Should I..." I falter. Thinking about how I'm going to tell Jake already makes me speechless. "Should I tell him?"
Vaughn faces me, pulling me closer to him before plastering a soft kiss on my forehead, creating butterflies inside my tummy.
"No," he says, surprising me. "I will tell him, not you. I'll talk to him about us. But I need to see him in person, not just by a phone call or anything like that."
A soft sigh leaves my lips, and I can't help the smile on my face as I cuddle in his arms.