One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.

~ Karen Marie Moning.

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Akira

I come out of sleep with a sudden awareness of what I had done last night without any ounce of regret in my thought. It was good enough to be a dream, my dream. Yes, I have dreamed about it, a lot, of making love to him. And finally it became true, I can't be happier. I have always thought I would loose my innocence to the man I would marry on my wedding night. And the reality is much different, better than whatever I thought. I wouldn't change a thing if given a opportunity.

I stretch my arms opening my eyes and find myself staring in a pair of alluring grey eyes. The blue shade in them seems a bit expanded and the grey part is almost as dark as black. He body, for most part is over mine, though I am not complaining.

"Good morning." I murmur sleepily.

"Morning baby." He pecks my lip in a sweet kiss and doesn't seem to bothered by lack of my mouths refreshment.

"What time is it?" I ask breathlessly when he pulls away.

"It's eleven in the morning." He informs me casually.

But my eyes widen, "Oh, my God! I had two classes in early morning. I can't believe I slept through it." I groan.

"How many class you have left?"

"None." From what I remember.

He gives me a wolfish smile, pleased by the fact, "Then we can stay in bed."

I shake my head, "I have to go library."

"Call ill, please?" Widening his eye he tries to look pleading.

I consider him for a moment, "I have few hours left. I will think about it."

He smirks loosing his act, "I can convince you by then."

I giggle at his confidence, "Do your best."

"Oh I will." He stops, his face changes into concern for me, "Did I hurt you?"

"You did." I say and he stills above be. Smiling I whisper further, "In the way I wanted more."

He exhales a breath, "Thank fuck."

"Yes thank fuck." I repeat still smiling.

His eyes snap wide at my cuss before he burst out laughing. His whole body rumbles with it and his eyes impossibly bright. I love it when he laughs like this. "Fuck! I love you so much."

"I love you back." I can't help but reply.

"Come on baby, I will prepare a bath for you." Telling me he stands in his birth suit. He doesn't even to bother to hide his most precious part. It is his half erection that is drawing my attention to it.

Averting my eyes away from it with much difficulty, I grab the sheet to wrap it around me and get up. My face turns red in embarrassment when I notice red patches on his bed. Everything we did on it comes rushing back to add in my mortification.

Oh God! It was really not a dream. I did it and I'm no longer innocent.

You are ruined! My conscience snaps.

If I am, then I'm happily a ruined woman.

He comes behind me, caressing my bare arms. He kisses on my neck, murmuring, "Now don't go shy on me. I have memorized every inch of your beautiful body."

I tighten the sheet around me when he picks me up in bridal style a carries me to the bathroom. Placing me on my feet he goes toward gigantic bath tub and opens the tap.

I take this time to inspect myself in the mirror. My face is flushed and my eyes shining. I feel sore, not only there but my whole body feels stiff as though I have tied around. It's an weird feeling, pain that is pleasurable; ache that is needing; emotions that is craved.

He saunters beside me and tugs my sheet. I drop it. His gaze turns heated as he runs them on my necked body. He groans and his member erects further.

Gripping my neck he pulls me to him, "You amaze me, Darling." Whispering sweetly he kisses my lips. I open up kissing him back. He wraps his around my waist and hauls me against his naked body. He kisses me thoroughly, completely and filled with emotions.

But there is nothing innocent about it.

On parting he leads me toward bath tub and checks the temperature of water. He nods motioning me get in side and I do. It's warm, I note. I look back him through my lashes.

"Join me?" I offer feeling shy.

His intense eye doesn't falter, "Yes."

Joining me inside he sits down before pulling me between his legs. I rest my head on his chest shuddering as his hands wander on my forbidden part.

"I want to fuck you so bad but I know you are sore." He whispers kissing the back of my ear.

Surprisingly his crude word doesn't offend me instead thrills me. Heat starts forming down there between my leg and it's an delicious feeling.

Abruptly his body goes rigid and I glance at him with my brows furrowed.

He gives me a cautious look. "I don't want you to panic but we didn't use any protection." He say lowly.

What?

I still and then relax slowly when I remember it, "I am on pills due to my irregular period." I tell him and he loosens with a sigh.

But still it was careless of us. What if I didn't take pills. There is no one to blame though, we were so engrossed in each other we might as well forgot breathing.

"I have never done it without protection before and I am clean."

"I trust you."

"Hmm."

He runs his finger delicately on my body. I moan. It feels good, so good. I want stay like this forever, wrapped in our personal bubble without any worry. My eyelids start getting heavy and few minutes later I surrender to the calling unconsciousness.

I then dream, about him making sweet love to me.

• • •

When I wake up again, this time I am alone. There is no sign of Romero. What time is it? I sit up and look at the watch. I gasp, my eyes rounding. It's eight pm.

Oh God!

I slept through whole day. Mr. Jacob will have my head. So stupid of me. I should have set an alarm like usual but damn him for making me forget everything.

I squint my eyes, noticing a paper by clock. I snatch it and bring it close.

I have informed your employer about your absence. Don't fret.

I love you.

Romero.

I smile feeling giddy. He knows me and he cares. He knew I'd worry about missing my job with telling Mr. Jacob so he took care of me.

But where is he?

Perhaps in his study.

Climbing out of the bed I go to closet and pick out one of his shirt and my shorts. Wearing it quickly I make my way out of room toward his office.

Whole down floor is silent. There is no one kitchen. Martha must have retired already. It's night after all.

I twist the handle and snap the door wide to enter inside. I frown, he is not here. Then where else could he be? Oh yes. Gym. I should have thought of that before. I turn around to leave but something on my desk catch my attention.

I move near it and grab the file. Akira Ray. It has my name on it.

What is it?

I open it.

I shouldn't have for next moment my blood turns cold and I freeze on my spot.

Oh my God!