Perfectly Star Crossed by Victoria Rose

I can feel it," could he? Did I love him? No, the tears were ones of hate, not love. Why should I feel so horribly about this anyway? It just didn't make any sense at all.
     
    "I'm prone to hurting people Isaiah. I do it without thinking twice. I'll hurt you too. I love you but damn it I will hurt you," I said through tears. My admission to loving him was shocking to hear. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know how to handle it or what to do about it.
     
    "I can live with that as long as you love me," he started kissing my neck and I brought his face to mine. I had never felt so much passion. I needed him, like water, like air, like food I needed him. I would go through with the mission, because I was obligated, but I needed him while it lasted.
     
    I felt myself being picked up and I clung tighter to Isaiah's neck. He carried me up the stairs as I kissed him all over his face. He took me to my room and laid me on the bed. He kissed me soundly on the mouth before moving to my neck. He knew all the right spots to kiss and suck. He knew my body so well and I didn't know his at all. It wasn't fair. I pushed him away and rolled on top of him, grabbing his shirt and lifting it over his head.
     
    I appraised him with my eyes and then with my hands, loving the feel of his hard stomach and shoulders. I traced his tattoo with my fingers and felt him shiver as he watched me. I had to taste him. I bent low and kissed and nibbled and sucked on his skin all over his torso. He groaned and closed his eyes. My hands went to his belt and he let me undo it but when I went to undo his pants he stopped me. I glared at him.
     
    "Don't tell me no, Isaiah. Please don't, it's been months and you've gotten nothing from me," I whined. His fingers ran along my wrists and he smiled up at me.
     
    "I've gotten quite a lot from you actually Delilah. I'm going to let you, later, but it wouldn't be fair for me to have all my clothes off and you have all yours on," he said as he moved his hands to the bottom of my shirt. He sat up and slowly moved my shirt up, touching my skin as he went. Goosebumps raised on my flesh. After a torturously long wait my shirt was off and his hands slid all over my body. He hugged me to him briefly, his head buried in my chest. Slowly his hands moved up my spine and reached for my bra clasp. Once he freed me from my bra he looked me over and sighed contentedly. "I love you, so much," he breathed out and moved his mouth to my chest. I gasped as his mouth did what only it could do and locked my fingers in his hair. No matter how many times he did it, it never got old. I never tired of it, and didn't think I ever would. His calloused hand occupied my other breast and I moved against him. He moaned and moved up to kiss my mouth.
     
    I found myself beneath him again, his tongue exploring my mouth and his hands roaming my body. I reached down and undid his pants, this time there was no protesting from him. I sat up, his mouth still connected to mine and moved his pants down off of his hips and down his legs. He broke away from me to sit up and kick off his jeans the rest of the way, and getting rid of his socks as well. He pushed me back down on the bed and flattened his naked chest to mine. His lips moved from my mouth, to my ear, down my neck and continued to travel lower. When he got to my jeans he sat back up and unbuttoned and unzipped them, pulling them down as slowly as he had taken my shirt off. Every inch he pulled down my pants, he kissed my leg until finally my jeans were off. He came back up for my underwear and did the same thing, kissing the opposite leg of the one he had before.
     
    He was being so slow, taking his time to look and touch every part of my body. I didn't know how he could stand it, when I was dying to have him in me. When he rid me of all of my clothes I moved my hands down to his boxers and pulled them off, finally able to see all of him. I was not disappointed. He screamed of masculinity and