"And the world hasn't been good to you, my darling. You've been right through hell and back to earth, my darling. Are you still here cause it's my heart that you're guarding? If I never loved you, right here's where I'm starting."—Haley Smalls.

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I am lying flat on my back while Blaze leans the upper part of his body over me.

His lips still haven't left mine, kissing me slowly while his palm presses into the bed next to my head. Keeping his weight above me while conveniently barring me inside the cage of his warm arms.

The scent of his shower gel and deodorant pleasantly massages my nostrils, multiplying the awakened butterflies currently gallivanting in my abdomen.

His tongue is moving inside my mouth in feverish circles as he takes total control of my lips with his. This kiss is all I have ever read about or heard about in the movies, but never thought it'd happen to me. It's intense and consuming, taking reign over every inch of my body, mind, and soul.

His lips break from mine, and my eyes open unwillingly to see his blue globes laced with undiluted desire. I am breathing heavily because we didn't break between the kisses, however his breathing is steadily normal, and I wonder how that is even possible when his lips had been so violently working a second ago.

"I bet your heart's racing now," he says in a husky tone, his lips turning up in a smirk, setting my soul ablaze.

Without a doubt, it is and I think he knows that, but it's no fun if I let him have his way.

"It's not," I say challengingly.

He chuckles at my answer, pushing his hair back from his face as he salivates his already moist lips. "Wow. You sure can be stubborn."

I smile a little.

"Okay." He sinks his teeth into the red flesh of his lip. "I'll just have to try again...may I?"

Without awaiting a response, his warm hand finds its way under my T-shirt and as soon as he comes in contact with my bare skin, I shiver noticeably. His lips turn upward again at the reaction.

"Did I just make you shiver?" He whispers, his finger tracing around my navel in a torturous pattern. "Shivering does not happen unless this affects you, but considering you claimed your heart 'isn't racing' then I think this is indeed a matter to be looked into, Harmony."

I take a deep breath. "I-I am just probably cold."

"Are you?" His voice is hemmed with lust and a hint of humor due to the fact that my breathing has now rapidly quickened and I am still being a stubborn brat.

"Then maybe my lips will be of warmth." He lowers his face to my stomach and encloses his plumb lips against the area.

A gasp leaves my mouth without my consent and I close my eyes tightly.

His wet lips are gliding over the surface of my tanned tummy, sucking the skin between his lips. It feels too good that I have to raise my head to clarify whether he's just kissing my stomach or somewhere else. His eyes glide up to watch me, the dim light in the room making his blue eyes appear darker. Or maybe it is the desire that consumes it.

"Do you know how close I am to your heartbeat?" He purrs against my skin. The desire is way too much, and I lay my head back against the pillows as my mouth falls open, enjoying the way his mouth feels on my body.

"I can hear the rhythm of your heartbeat and I must say that you did, in fact, lied to me. Your heart is racing."

He comes up to press his forehead against mine while his hand is gliding along my stomach.

"How do I punish you?"

His mouth hovers above mine and I subtly lift my head so our lips would collide, but he vaguely pulls back, not allowing me to have my way. Is this the punishment?

My eyes open again and he's smiling, knowing very well what he just did. His hand is traversing from my stomach down to the small pajama shorts covering my loins. He trails his index and middle finger along the elastic waistband, causing the heat between my thighs to worsen drastically.

"I want to touch you...without barriers." He's watching my face as he speaks. "But I need permission, Harmony."

I don't know how a combination of words to form a sentence can make me feel this aroused and sexually consumed. I have lost all senses and they are now replaced with the need to feel his hand on me. Like that time at the beach, I want him to give me that strange and foreign feeling again.

I nod my head. "Please..." My own voice sounds foreign to me.

"Please what?" He holds my chin and tilts my head back so that I look him in the eyes. "I want to hear you say it... please what, Harmony?"

"Please touch me." The words are out of my mouth before my brain even realizes.

He smiles in satisfaction but shifts his mouth to my neck, gliding his lips over the surface. My eyes almost roll to the back of my head. I told him to touch me and he still feels the need to torture me. I was wrong challenging Blaze Xander.

I am losing all control as I raise my hips impatiently. I feel his grin widen against my neckline and then suddenly, his fingers slip through my waistband and into my underwear.

His hand meets the smooth skin of my womanhood, and I gasp breathlessly at the contact.

It feels strange. No one has ever touched me like this before; the experience is novel and unusual.

His index and middle finger split me open as he rubs me back and forth inside my panties, causing my thighs to spread apart. My breath gets trapped in my throat and I shudder at each stroke of his digits.

He lifts his face to watch me as my chest contracts at every puff of air that passes through my parted lips.

"You are so wet for someone whose heart isn't racing green eyes," he whispers as he traces around my jewel, roaming and touching different places that leave me jerking and panting at the same time.

This is nothing like that moment at the beach. This is so much more intense, sending me toward the pinnacle of pleasure faster than before.

"I wonder what naughty thoughts you secretly keep in that shy mind of yours." A smirk rises at the corner of his mouth, and I squint my eyes from the overwhelming sensation spreading in my pelvis. This is too much.

He uses his fingertips to form small, light circles at the top of my sex—that sensitive nub that sets off the nerve endings in my entire body. It's as if I am being electrocuted as my muscles begin to twitch all over. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I breathe heavily, staring into his flushed face with a gaped mouth as I quiver non-stop.

"Do you like that?"

I pinch my eyes close, nodding my head.

"No. I want you to say it, Harmony." He's studying me intently through smoky eyes. "When it's just us two... you don't need to be shy or scared."

"I..." I suck a breath in. "I... I like it."

Gratification clouds his features. "What do you like?"

"Y-you touching me."

"Good girl."

He smirks before pressing his lips to mine again, and his tongue intertwining with mine adds to the growing pleasure.

Switching things up, he uses his middle and forefinger to massage my opening while his thumb continues to move around the cleft at the top. It's an immediate reaction as his name passes through my opened mouth.

"Ah, Blaze."

"You don't touch yourself," he says softly. "That's why you may not know...how awesome your own body is."

I grab onto the sheet as I buck my legs, feeling my body steadily moving toward the brink of ecstasy.

"You feel way too good not to be touched by anyone. You're precious, Harmony."

My chest is rising in heavy breaths as the built-up feelings surface once again. Like that moment at the beach, I am close, and when Blaze realizes this, his lips form a smile.

As if to slow it down, he stops moving the pad of his thumb over the sensitive nub at the top and uses just his two fingers to form a long pathway along my slit from bottom to top. Repeating the action slowly as his fingers separate my folds.

I stare at his hand as it moves inside the thin fabric of my shorts, wondering what on earth he's doing to me. It's mind-blowing, and it feels as if the whole world has disappeared. It's just me, and him, and his fingers that are drawing pleasurable patterns on me.

I lift my eyes to him, my forehead puckering as I begin to tremble. His eyes are hazy and shining in the dark room, the moonlight coming from the window only glistening on half of his face. He looks divine and hypnotic as he stares at me through the long lashes shadowing his eyelids.

"Are you ready to cum for me?"

I nod my head rapidly. His face is nothing but a blur now and my eyes can no longer keep open. I break our stare-off as I shut them tightly. My body is reaching its limit as I pull at the linen, drowning in a river of sweat.

"Open your eyes, Harmony. You know how much your green eyes drive me crazy..."

I oblige immediately and his oceanic circles are filled with so much lust it is almost blinding.

"Keep your eyes on me while you cum."

Those words are enough to knock me off the cliff and into a sea of mind-blowing pleasure. My opening squeezes under his fingers as I pull apart beneath him, pressing the side of my face into the pillow as I muffle a faint cry. I claw at his shirt, clinging to him for dear life as I dissolve to a gasping mess against my sheets while he's watching me silently with hooded eyes. He keeps rubbing me, prolonging and heightening the heavenly euphoria, and I feel as if my soul is leaving my body.

Quivering thighs. Trembling limbs. Short, quick breaths. I have become nothing but a bundle of nerves underneath him. Evidence of my climax drenching his fingers and soaking my panties, shorts, and the sheet we lie on.

He has beautifully wrecked my mind and my body, sending me to a place I have never been to before. A place with stars, and fireworks, and bright, flashy lights of ecstasy.

I don't know what he meant by being emotionally destructive but I know that he has sexually destroyed me because I don't think any guy on this earth could make me feel the way he just did.

I wouldn't trade the moment. For anything at all.

When I finally regain mental consciousness, I make out Blaze's smiling face as he watches me recover from the blissful disorientation I had sunken into.

"You alright?"

I nod my head as I use the back of my shaking hand to wipe away the sweat stinging my eyes.

"You look so beautiful when you orgasm." He bites his lower lip as he moves away wet hair from my face, creating a spot to press his lips against. I shut my eyes at the feeling.

I wish this moment could last forever. I would do anything to let time stop here.

"Now..." He reunites our gazes, gripping my cheek and stroking his thumb against my skin. "What did you say about your heart not racing?"

I blush and cover my face with my hands, and he chuckles deeply before laying onto his side and pulling me against him. I remove my palm as he wraps his arms tightly around me, almost squashing my petite figure against his torso. I inhale his scent with a small beam on my face.

"Are you tired?" He asks.

I nod my head weakly, my eyes already becoming heavy from sleepiness.

He smiles and plants a quick kiss on my forehead again. "I know. Sleep tight in my arms, I am not going anywhere."

I smile and close my eyes, feeling fulfilled and contented.

I guess lying next to him was very dangerous after all.

But danger has never felt so...safe.

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"Loneliness looks for happiness, but happiness isn't obvious." —Haley Smalls. (All Yours.)