Powerful.. Strong word; indefinite meaning.

March 1, 2012
Anastasia Greene’s Bedroom

So sweet… So mesmerizing. I needed more of this man, and not by brutal force. I couldn’t move from the position I was in, not even if I wanted to.


I roamed my hands down his strong back and he pressed his body to mine. Finally… This is what I wanted… But it’s not what I’ve been dreaming of.


His lips slanted over mine and he put an arm on either side of me, surrounding me so I was only allowed to kiss him.


So beautiful… So lovely. He was pressuring me to touch him, and I roamed my hands over his chest now.


His lips were suffocating mine, and I could barely gasp for air. But.. I didn’t want to. I didn’t need to. He was kissing me, and that’s what I needed at the moment.


I thought it couldn’t get any better until his shifted his weight and pushed my head up against the wall with the strength of his forehead. Then he slowly ran his tongue over my bottom lip and pushed it into my mouth, making me grab his shirt in between my fingers. Soft, wicked flicks of his tongue; taking full control of me. Every swipe of his tongue was like he wanted more; he was claiming more.


His hands connected to my waist and he gently squeezed them, making me suck in an oversized breath. He ran his hands up my torso to my back, and he pressed the tips of his fingers into my bag; practically digging his power into my soul.


“I want to touch you, Anastasia…” He finally spoke and his lips tore from mine, allowing me to breathe and to look at him.


“Touch me..” I nearly whimpered as his hand reached for my face. I wanted him to touch me- I wanted him to have me.


He didn’t even smile, but he just swiped my hair behind my ear and leaned forward, kissing me again.


I wasn’t sure how much of this I would be able to go through without touching him first. It wouldn’t happen; my will wouldn’t let it happen.


“Anastasia…” He seemed almost reluctant to the decision of touching me anymore, and I shuddered out a breath.


I sighed and looked at him, putting my hands back on his chest.


“Was that worth it?” I asked, smiling a little.


“It was worth the whole wait baby. I couldn’t say that I don’t regret doing it.” He placed his arm over my head on the wall and leaned down, looking at me.


“Do you still want me to burn in hell?” My voice cracked a little and he sighed.


“No. I was just mad.” He shook his head and clenched his jaw.


“Do you still want to touch me?” My eyes locked with his and his lips moved slightly upward, giving me chills.


He grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. He connected his lips with mine once more and I groaned, making him kiss me harder.


The power in his grasps and touch made me shudder every time he squeezed me harder. I couldn’t help but squirm under his touch.


He slid his large hand up under the hem of my shirt and his hand landed on my hip, making me smile into the kiss. His hand slid farther up my shirt and to the back of my bra.


I knew what was coming, and I was terrified. I wasn’t terrified of Harry anymore, but I was just afraid of the first time.


I fumbled with the hem of his shirt and he gasped when he realized that I was taking it off of his torso. He pulled his lips from mine and I nearly gaped at the sight of his toned chest.


He picked me up and laid me at the top of my bed, surrounding me with his arms.


“You are my princess, Anastasia. And I’m going to protect you…” His lips trailed over my skin and goosebumps slowly formed.


“I know you’ll protect me.” I smiled and he placed a lingering kiss on my jaw.


“Which is why I can’t put you into pain like this.” He muttered, looking at me. I gave him a confused look and he sighed, his hair falling over his eyes. “It’s not the right time for this.”


Immediately, I knew what he meant.


“But what if I am ready?” I sat up and brought my knees to my chest.


“You couldn’t possibly ready. And I know that you won’t be able to sit through it without crying. I would hurt you.” He shook his head and raked his hands through his disheveled hair.


“I…” I need to give up this argument. I don’t want to fight with him after I just got him to finally kiss me. “I’m sorry for yelling at you all the time…”


He grabbed my hand in his and I smiled at him. “I’m sorry for being such an ass to you all the time. But we’re humans Ana, we’re supposed to fight.”


“That’s what I said to you!” I laughed a little and he lowered his eyes.


“It felt different than I thought it would.” He mumbled and moved closer to me.


“What do you mean?” I asked and he started wringing his fingers.


“Kissing you. I thought it would be less dramatic and appealing.” I laughed a little and he looked at me.


“Well kissing you felt different too. It was kind of a relief to me.” I smiled and he put his hand on my cheek.


Then he moved forward and kissed me again. And it was just as magical as the first time.


And I felt something. I felt those sparks that the teenagers do in those ridiculous love movies where they both die in the end. Except now I know what all of the fuss was about.


The power of it all was so amazing and I literally craved more of it.


He pulled away from me and stroked my cheek. “It feels so good to finally have you in my arms, Anastasia.”


“It feels so good for you to hold me.” I whispered and he gave me a small side smile.


I looked to the nightstand and sighed when I saw the clock. It said ‘10:44’, and I needed to go to bed.


He wrapped his arms around me as I laid down and I put my head on his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair and I smiled to myself. I wonder how long this will last…


“Go to sleep, my beautiful girl.” He kissed my forehead and I closed my eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Notes

I love you.