Falling For You Secondhand Serenade Novels & Stories

“You were a little drunk when we left the bar. Are you sure you want to do this?” “I was a little drunk then,” she says, holding tightly to my shoulders. “But I’m not now. And yes, Jon, I want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this pretty much since the moment I saw you.” Her brazen confession turns me on even more. I kiss her again and forget we’re on an angled roof. Elizabeth pushes up with the intention of moving into my lap but slips and begins to fall. I grab her around the waist, pulling her against me.

On a step not too far, In the brim of darkness upon the lights of prosperity We met and for once I fell. I never knew no other sweet sickness To make breathing all the more shallow in the pools my soul, Once resided in a state of slumber in a temple of virtue – till you came. But now that you came, my darling... I don't ever want to be the same. I don't ever want to know what living is like without you near. How I survived before is only a question I can place before the feet Of my deity. And even though I was only held together by a single string only

"I just wanted you to have a good day. You know I love you." Vanessa looked up again, doe-eyed. "I know." And Vanessa felt warm with regrets. Amber was right; she shouldn't have left. "I love you too." Amber hesitated for a bit, then leaned forward and held Vanessa's hand. She stared directly at Vanessa's eyes; her lips seemed to be quivering. A new look came upon Amber, akin to fear. "I—I don't think you understand. I. Love. You, Vanessa." Vanessa's lips parted slowly as realization consumed her. "Oh... I—”

What were a few words compared to the trouble he was about to go through? The song ended and a slow one came up. People paired on the dance floor, grinding against each other sultrily with their eyes closed, absorbed in their own little world, losing themselves completely in the moment. That was when I realized I still had my hands on Axel's chest and I was horrified to find that they were clutching his shirt. I dropped them quickly like his skin burned. And somehow, they did. I glanced up at him; he hadn't even seemed to notice.

By the Time she finish pouring her heart out she didn't know when the tears start flowing. She hated herself for Falling for the sexy beast who now stare at her with expressionless face. Hayden didn't know if he heard Right. Did she just say fall? She love... Wait a second, Isabella fall for me? He stood up slowly from the bed and walk accross his crying wife. He stood in front of her unsure of what to do. He finally pulled her into his embrace. " I'm sorry, I'm so sorry if i hurt you. I swear to you i never had the intention to treat you bad " He murmurs very gently into her hair while patting her back.

She pulled him in and closed the door then sat him on the chair at the center of the room. She then walked to the stereo and turned on 'Would you mind' by Janet Jackson. Usually, she doesn't do this on normal days but tonight, she felt like she wanted to do something different and special for the handsome guy. Giving him an erotic dance might be a bonus for him and her also or maybe because he is extremely handsome so she wants to give him a special kind of treatment. She stood in his visibility, ensuring that his eyes were locked with hers before stripping off every damn cloth on her body. Slowly and seductively, all the pieces fled in different directions with Frederick's eyes glued to her

What has happened in the minutes that she'd fallen asleep in the office. Cerise hears footsteps resonating from the stairwell and a horde of aurums launch at her. In an instant, she makes a run for it but fails to do so as she's grabbed by the foot and thrown in the air. She raises her hand and drains all the oxygen in the room as quick as she could, but doing so drains her energy too. She sees all the aurums falling to their knees, coughing, strangling their necks in an attempt to grasp any sort of air. The last thing Cerise sees before passing out is Nicholas.

intimate sense. Isabelle's throat turned to sandpaper, but she refused to be intimidated by his obvious posturing. If she wanted this deal, she needed to match his confidence. Unable to take her attention away from his, she put her glass to her painted lips and took a deep, sensual drink, allowing a shimmering droplet to trickle down her neck. Then, retaining his searing gaze, she delicately ran her fingertip through the remaining fluid and sucked it between her lips with a soft gasp.

He was gentle with her — unusually so. “Come here,” he murmured, pulling her close. His large hands caressed her swollen belly with surprising softness, lips brushing her neck tenderly. “You’re mine… but not just for fucking. I’m falling for you, Serena.” She smiled, eyes softening. “Then make love to me, Damien. Slowly.”

His hands were steady, roaming across my back, my waist, pulling me closer like he couldn’t stand even an inch of distance. “Serena,” he whispered against my lips, his voice rough. “Do you know how much I miss you? Every second I thought I’d lose you…” “You didn’t,” I breathed, kissing him again. “I’m here. I’m yours.” Clothes fell away, the world shrinking until it was just us, skin to skin, hearts pounding together. The night stretched long and warm, filled with whispers, soft laughter, and gasps that carried promises only we could understand.