I Belong To You

She was lost in those amber eyes that held no emotion, they were glazed over with the thoughts of taking the young girl that sat before him. Time slipped by as she slowly grazed her mouth to his, with his acceptance he grabbed hold of her hair behind her head pulling her closer. Gladly venturing further, wanting to know what made her tick. Her hands were welcomed when she found his hot flesh in front of her, his chiseled abdomen and chest brought tingles to her body and another stronger feeling somewhere else much lower.

His nose filled with her arousal, her soft whimpers slowly took over his mind making him crave for more, he wanted to see her naked flesh and feel hers against his. He broke away from the kiss and looked upon her face, she greeted him with shallow breathing, plump full lips and lustful eyes. Her face flustered as she peered into his soul. He knew what he wanted, he knew his intentions, but what he saw just beyond her gaze said she wanted otherwise, could he do that for her, would he make that choice knowing that all would change? Should he have even cared? His mind was jumping back and forth and he couldn't make out what his mind or heart even wanted. He was at a loss, he didn't know what to say or do. So he just gazed at her showing nothing, as always.

'When did it come down to this? How did it even come to this? Why was she letting this happen?'

So many questions filled her head, one after another they just kept coming, if she had tried to answer what she felt would justify as the correct answer, then only another question would simply take it's place. She had never been with a man, never knew what love meant, never knew what it meant to be held by someone who cared for her and no one else, never knew what it meant to have feeling for someone so much to actually take it to a step she always dreaded. For if she took this step there was no going back, no do-overs. But her body was betraying her, she ached to fill that void that was brought upon her when she was with him, when he held her tightly. Now her body was betraying her more then ever, her body yearned for his touch, and screamed for her to let him, to let her feel what it was like to be in love and have love fill her so.

That was it, if things progressed she wanted to know, she just had to know...

She matched his gaze unflinching, her chocolate eyes yearned to drown him in her lust. Screaming at what she wanted, what she demanded in return. Slowly after an intense stare she looked away, she looked down at her hands that lay comfortably on his chest, one even playing with his hair that remained over his shoulder separate from the rest. She regained her breathing and her heart was beating faster then ever, slowly a sad expression washed over her, a small lump that caught in her throat as she forced herself to hold onto her tears, she would never let him know, never let him see. Her body may wish to betray her but she would not let her heart, she had morals that wouldn't even dare let herself get hurt, not like this anyway.

Slowly but faintly he regained his own control over his body, she wanted more then he thought possible for him to give, yet when her tears and sadness reached his nose, he wanted to make her pain dissolve, for he was the one who placed this emotion on her heart. Letting his own body betray him this time, he lifted her chin to stare into her eyes once more, his face still emotionless, lowered his lips towards her, he drank in her sob, pulling her in closer. He slowly caressed her face then found his way to her waist, lifting her up slightly so her weight was now his own; he walked over towards his bed, which was piled up with white and cerulean silk colored sheets, pillows and comforter on a dark wood framed bed. He sat down placing her in-between his legs and eye level. She stilled in his arms, even though he held her captive in his arms he guessed that she knew where they were. Their kiss broke once again. She looked around her and let out a breath that she must have been holding.

Slowly he let his guard down, something he never did, not even when he slept at night did he fully let himself become unaware of what was around him, even if he was in the safety of his own home. "I know what I want, and it stands in front of me." those words were thrown out of his person before he could think and before he had time to mull over what he would have said. Yet she heard what he meant and knew that he wouldn't have said a thing unless he really did mean it. Yet whether it was enough or not was what had to be known.

(A/N yeah I know its short but I have the rest written. I would actually like to know if I should even continue... it's a little something that I've been working on in my free time between work, skool and homelife... plz let me know what you think...)