I want to hold you so close, skin to skin, and let our heartbeats have a conversation.

~ John Mark Green

(Warning: this chapter contains mature scenes, read on your own account. Another thing, this is probably the only time I'll give you head up. After this chapter there is going to be some mature scenes. You have been warned. Don't go on complaining or reporting my work without telling me first.)

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Akira

On reaching there I spot an elderly woman gazing at my painting. As if sensing my approach she speaks with giving me any glance.

"It is one of the beautiful painting in this room."

My heart squeezes in pride. "Thank you, mam."

She then looks at me. Her sharp, intelligent eyes regard me with scrutiny. "You are the painter?"

I nod, "Yes mam."

"You are young." She states, her eye moving to my boyfriend, who is checking his phone. He frowns at something and lets out a frustrated breath.

He turns to me. "I have to make a call. I will be quick, okay?"

What is bothering him?

"Okay." I repeat what he wants to hear. He plants a lingering kiss on my forehead before disappearing in between crowd, with his back rigid.

"Was that your boyfriend?"

I'm surprised at her question. "Yes he is." I still answer.

She hums in satisfaction, "A good one. A real man never leaves their woman without any sort of affection."

He is real. My real.

I realise I've not greeted her properly. "Good evening mam. I'm Akira Ray from Yale art department."

"Oh a selected one. It's good meet you Miss. Ray. I'm Catherine Wright. Owner of London Gallery."

I can't hide my awe when I look her next. London Gallery is one of the famous galleries in United Kingdom. I have heard about it many times in past. I can't believe I'm meeting it's owner and even more that she gave me compliment.

My smile is so wide that my jaw hurts, "Pleasure is all mine, mam."

Her lips form a polite smile in return. "Keep up with your work, Miss. Ray. I hope to see you again in future."

"I will try my best mam." I beam at her.

She goes her way toward other paintings while I can't stop grinning. I observe my painting and I can see what in it is most attracting. It's the look of a girl as she watches the light entering from small window. It's full of yearning and longing.

"It's kind of sad painting, is not it?" A deeps voice speaks from my behind.

I turn to the intruder. He is young, about in his mid twenties. He is tall and well built. His muscles can be detected through his clothes. I try not to stare him for long. There is something familiar about him, as if I have seen him somewhere but I can't place it where.

"I was sad when I made it." I admit with really meaning to.

His eyes lock with mine. I hold back a gasp as I gaze into them. They are onyx, scaring black. "You shouldn't be sad."

"Excuse me?" My brows shot up.

What did he mean?

He waves his hand, "Don't mind me. And congratulations for getting selected. Your work deserves it."

"Thank you er.." I trail off in the end.

"Damon Ross." He completes, offering his hand. I once again feel the sensation of familiarity hearing his name.

What is wrong with me?

I clear my throat, "Thank you, Mr. Ross. Akira Ray." I shake his hand and relax when there is no spark like I somewhat feared. The awareness I feel toward him is not romantic at all but a different kind.

A kind I don't know of.

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone Miss. Ray. There are so many wolves around." His eyes are mischievous and I realise he is merely teasing.

"I'm not-"

"She is mine, asshole. Get the fuck away from her." Grits out Romero, coming next to me from....where?

I don't think Damon is someone who gets intimidated easily. My guess seems right when he raises his left brow, "And you are?"

Rom takes a menacingly step froward and goes face to face with Demon, "I'm someone you don't want to mess with."

"Really?" Damon smirks almost tauntingly, he is almost as tall as Romero. I have no doubt he could take his own.

Romero's hands fists. He is controlling himself, I know he is. "Better believe it because I'm two second away from ripping you apart if you don't get out of my sight." He snarls.

Crap, he is pissed.

Damon wisely backs up and raise his hands but certainly not because he is afraid. He gives me a small smile, "See you around Miss. Ray." I grab Romero's arm to stop him from punching Damon.

What the hell is he playing at? He is provoking Romero, this much is clear to me.

But why?

I don't reply and watch him go toward front door of the room. Romero is still seething when he looks back to me.

Placing a hand behind my neck, he yanks me toward him and gives me one hard short kiss. "I can't even leave you alone for a minute without these fuckers sniffing around you." He grounds with clench teeth.

His body is vibrating with uncontrollable anger. The kiss doesn't help him with that. I place a hand on his chest backing away slightly.

With coy smile I peer in his eyes, "You sure look like someone who is in love." Stopping, I cock my head as though analysing him. His eyes comes alive with amusement as he watches me, removing a little bit of his anger.

"Are you in love Mr. King?" I tease him with smile.

He returns the favor with his own beautiful dimpled one, "Irrevocably."

His one word and I am goner.

• • •

I pull out pin from my hair and cringe. Damn Sydney for how much pins she has used in my hair.

"Let me." Romero whispers coming near me.

"It's all yours." I drop my hand giving him full access and stare at his face as he works on my hair with his full concentration. Surprisingly it doesn't hurt as much but this act feels intimate. Once he is done, my hair falls down reliving my scalp.

"Thank you." I murmur.

Shifting around I reach for my back to unzip my dress, his hand comes over mine. He slowly lowers my zip. I gasp when I feel his lips on shoulder blade. His lips trails down to back along with his hand. His fingers moves lazily sending shivers down to spine. I arch my back at the sensation.

In one quick motion he forces me around and his mouth on me. Taking aback by surprise my lips part giving him passage to enter his tongue. My belly as always erupts with fireworks. He groans when I start sucking his tongue. Our lips move in a sink before he suddenly pulls away. His eyes wide, unfocused and excited.

"Let me make love to you, please Ray." His voice is pleading and desperate.

And I automatically answer, "Yes."

I am ready.

There is no one else I would want to be my first.

Ever.

This all it takes him to rip the dress away from my body. At the moment I don't care if it's torn or not. Him and I, that all matters. Gripping my thighs he picks me up, I wrap my legs around his torso, my bare breast are pressed against the fabric of his suit. Running my hands wildly in his hair, I let him carry me toward his bed. His lips are still attached to skins and my bloods is boiling with the need.

I'm quivering, my breathing is rapid as he gently lays me down on his soft bed. He dazzling grey orbs runs greedily all over my body. My body hums in pleasure under his gaze. He removes his jacket and drops it on the floor. When he goes to unbutton his shirt, I get up hurriedly on my knees.

"Let me." I repeat his words from earlier. When he nods, I unbutton his shirt slowly one by one. I slip his shirt off his shoulder placing small kisses on his neck, jaw and shoulder. He visibly shivers when I run my hand on his rugged and tanned chest.

He steps out of his shoes and shocks, as fast he could, unbuckling his belt he then gets out of his pants, leaving his boxer on. The evident of his desire for me is visible to my eyes.

He is so freaking hot.

He softly pushes me down on my back. His eyes blazing while my blood is flaming. Desire, desire for him, forms thick and intense in my belly.

Holy crap!

I am really doing it.

I am finally giving my innocence to the man I love. He bents down placing a knee on the bed and his runs his hand up to my leg. I am glad that I shaved today. On reaching my panties, he deliberately pulls it down.

My whole body flushes under his unwavering eye.

Oh God! I'm fully naked in front of him.

Climbing up he hovers over me. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" My breath hitches at his whisper.

"Do you have any idea what I am going to do with you." He adds, nibbling my earlobe.

He gives it a sharp bite but this pain is so sweet that I want more.

"You are so beautiful, darling. You take my breath away." His lips move from my neck, to my chest, he takes my one nipple in his mouth, sucking it before moving to other. Releasing them he comes back to my face and holds my head in his hands.

He kisses me, demanding, possessing. He puts his arm around and yanks me against his warm body, squeezing me tightly. His one hand massages my hair and other runs down to spine, he squeezes my backside gently, all while kissing me.

I moan in his mouth.

I want him.

So bad.

I can't think of anything but the pleasure he is giving. I place my palm on his arm, his muscles flex under my touch. Tearing his mouth away he moves his lips to my chest and lowers it. His kiss my belly button before running his tongue in it. I gasp and arch my back as much I can.

Oh.

It is too much.

Then suddenly he is between my legs. His tongue runs on my hipbone before nibbling it.

"Ah!" I groan.

I grip his hair tightly. He looks up to me through his lashes and smirks. Without breaking contact he leans down and runs his nose between my thighs to there.

I feel him him there.

"You smell so fucking good." My flush deepens at the look of his face.

He then pushes his tongue inside me.

Oh my God!

His tongue moves up, down and round.

He repeats it, again and again.

His hands trailing all over my thighs, hip and my pubic hair. Something is building inside me, I feel it and it's begging for release. I moan loudly pulling his hair, when his tongue deepens.

I frown when he abruptly stop.

No!

Gazing down at me with hooded eyes he gets up and remove his boxer. My eyes widen when I see it. That thing will go inside me. It's big. I don't know how it will fit.

Damn! It's huge.

"You are so beautiful baby. I can't wait to be inside you." He whispers seductively.

Inside me!

I wither, clutching the sheets in my fist as he place himself between my leg and once again hovers over my body.

"Your body is made for me Ray. Only me." He palms my breast possessively.

His one hand goes between my legs and he cups me there. Ah! "This is mine darling." He growls softly kissing neck. He adjust his erection so it is touching my entrance.

With his jaw clenching eyes burning, he slams into me.

"Agh!" I cry out in pain and he stills. Tears leak out of my eyes. He kisses each of my eyes, licking my tear away.

"I'm sorry baby. It will not hurt again. I promise. Now I'm going to move okay?" He looks as though he is in pain.

I nod, gripping his forearms, "Okay."

He eases back slowly and slams again. I cry out but this time it hurts less. "Okay?"

"Hmm." I rock my hip, motioning him to carry on.

He does, "More?"

"Yes." I plea, wanting him to move desperately.

He does again and this time without stopping. He shifts and adjusts himself so he could deepens.

I feel full, of him.

And it feels good, more than good.

My nails digging his backside as I urge his move faster. He speeds up and I moan. I arch my hip to match his movements. My body starts to tremor, a pleasurable sensation is forming inside me. It is begging to be released.

Oh God! I moan loudly when he touch a certain point. I stiffen, pant and moan.

Oh my....

"Let go baby." He grits out moving in and out ghastly. His muscles clenches and hands tightening around me.

"Come for me, baby." He whispers harshly and I come apart in million pieces underneath him. My body explodes with infinite amount of emotions.

"You are mine, Ray. Mine. Don't ever forget that." He thrusts one last time and stills. He groans spilling inside me.

With the look of upcoming forever he kisses me softly before collapsing on the top of me.