It's My First Time Being Loved Novels & Stories

He was the only one who ever saw the beauty in me, the only one who ever looked past everything else and still saw something worth loving. No one had ever made me feel like this. No one had ever made me feel enough. “I love you,” I whispered. It was the first time I’d ever said it aloud. “I love you so much… so much, Darius.” I couldn't keep my emotions in check anymore.

stunned silence. “I mean it,” I whisper. “Not just because you are my mate. Not because you’re hot as hell and smell like pine and trouble. But because… you are the first person I have ever felt truly safe with.” His throat bobs. “I was scared I’d never know what love really felt like,” I go on, my voice barely a breath now. “But it feels like this. Like You.” And then it happens. The moment my heart opens completely, the world inside me shatters. Not in pain but in light. It starts with a breath I do not remember taking. And then the rush, a surge of warmth like a thousand embers roaring to life in my chest.

looking at me. Slowly, I took a step and started towards me. It felt like I had my heart in my hands because it wouldn't stop beating fast. This was my ex boyfriend, the first man I'd ever loved. They say first lovers are hard to forget and only now do I understand how true that was.

They had worked their way into my heart somehow. My stone-cold heart was closed off, but Ripley and her girls were slowly thawing it. River had been the first person in my life to tell me she loved me. How fucking pathetic! An almost four-year-old girl was the first to love me. And I doubt she even knew what love meant. She was so used to hearing it from Ley that she used it with ease. Like telling someone you like them.

"It's nothing serious; I'm just interested as to how you seem so comfortable and carefree. You don't seem to be bothered by me, either.” He gave a small grin, but I couldn't tell whether he was delighted. I set the cutlery down and sipped water before clearing my throat, but I didn't rush to speak. The fact is that I'm terrified. Particularly now that I've realized I've already fallen for him. It's my first time falling in love, and it seems strange to me. I'd never been injured before, but I understood that loving someone had to be difficult. Moreover, loving someone who does not share your feelings must be awful. That is the situation I am now in.

I snarl at the peak of my voice. I take a deep breath, letting my tears flow. "You think it's difficult for you? Then just imagine how difficult it must have been for me when I came out of my shell for the first time ever in my life. Just for you. For the first time, I felt different. Different from being in love. I had been loving someone for years but it never gave me the happiness, the butterflies that you gave me in just a few minutes. Because for the first time, someone felt for me. For the first time, someone found me in a crowd. Someone thought I might be different. You made me forget the man I loved for years. You made me trust you by setting up so many standards, and by giving me th

For the first time ever I actually felt loved, I feel loved. I don't want to lose this! Especially not from my stupid sob story!

Burning. And I melted. The raw openness in his expression nearly brought me to my knees. How could someone who made me this insane also make me feel this safe? I leaned back, gazing down at him. "Have you ever been in love before?" "No," he admitted quietly. "You're the first person I've ever had the chance to like." "You're my first, too," I said. "I never thought I'd find real love. I didn't even know what it looked like until you."

Carlos inquired, curious to hear my thoughts on it. As I dabbed the tears on my cheek with a handkerchief, I could feel my eyes getting prickled as more tears welled up again. "I'm so grateful for this. It's awesome. I am so happy for the love you guys showed me. It's just that I've never experienced love and I've never been given anything special since I was born. You guys are the first to treat me special. You made me understand what love really is," I explained to them, my emotions taking over me and I could see the sympathetic look on their faces.

Misha I might be nearly virginal, but I know what I want. At least I know now what love is supposed to feel like. This man is meant for me, I can feel it. I feel at home. I'm at peace with myself and all that's around me. It's because of him that I have that peace. He is that peace. I know having sex for the first time in so long might hurt or be uncomfortable, but I don't feel anxious about it like I had thought that I would. Instead, I feel excited like I'm about to experience something wonderful and I can't wait. I know he won't hurt me like the others. “Make love to me.”