Chapter 87: Beautiful Innocence♡

~“This innocence is brilliant. I hope that it will stay. This moment is perfect, please don’t go away.” —Avril Lavigne.~

Chapter Theme Song: “Innocence” by Avril Lavigne.

HARMONY

The kiss is so intense that I don’t even realize how I ended up lying on his bed, with him above me, his hands pressed into the mattress as if he’s trying to steal my soul.

A warm heat spreads through my body as our tongues dance together, the room echoing with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the noise of wet skin meeting.

I always find it hard to keep up with his passion when we’re this close, but I set a pace I can handle and hope it doesn’t throw him off.

A whirlwind of sensations and desires spin in my mind as he moves one hand from the bed to slide it under my summer dress.

I gasp into his mouth as he touches a clothed breast, and maybe that’s what brings him back to reality because he suddenly breaks the kiss and moves away from me.

I open my eyes at the loss of contact and turn my head to see him now lying next to me on his back, a hand pressed to his face.

He looks...worried. But why?

I prop myself up on my elbows. “Blaze?”

He looks at me, and the vulnerability in his eyes almost knocks me off the bed.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper.

He rubs his face with both hands, letting out a breath. “This is exactly why you should take the bed, and I’ll take the floor.”

I frown. “I don’t want to...”

Did he stop kissing me just to tell me that? I can’t hide the disappointment on my face as I look at him.

He sighs and sits up. “You may not want to, but that’s the best way. I can’t sleep here with you.”

Why not? It’s just two people lying together in a bed. We’ve done that plenty of times at the dorms, so I don’t understand why he wouldn’t want to do that tonight.

Before I can stop them, the words slip out. “Why can’t we?”

He stares at me silently for a few seconds, then looks away before meeting my gaze again.

“Because I don’t want to have sex with you. That’s why, Harmony.” He sighs. “Goodnight.”

He starts to get up, but I quickly swing my legs over him to straddle his waist.

His eyes widen at the position, and he leans back on his elbows, looking up at me. His face turns red. “W-what are you doing?”

I sigh. “Don’t go... You’re always walking away from me.”

He blinks before dropping his gaze. Then his eyes land on my legs, and his gaze hardens. He puffs out his cheeks and lifts his head to the ceiling while his face turns even redder.

“Fuck...you can’t sit on me like this.”

Ignoring his soft protests, I lean forward and press my lips against his. He closes his eyes with a sigh of satisfaction, but it’s not long before he grips my arm and pulls me back.

He stares at my mouth for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. When his eyes meet mine again, he lets out a sigh.

“Don’t do that, Harmony. You’re driving me crazy...”

“Don’t pull away, Blaze,” I whisper.

“If I don’t, do you know what will happen? I don’t want your mom to regret leaving you here for the night.”

I lower my gaze. “Yeah, I do know what will happen. And I want it to...”

My bold confession catches him off guard, and he stares at me, speechless. That’s the impression I get, seeing how his lips part but no words come out.

Finally, he takes a deep breath. “You probably won’t like it. It will hurt, so don’t think it’s all butterflies on your first try. Just forget about it.”

He grips my hips and moves me off him, and I swallow the disappointment and embarrassment as I pull my knees up to my chest.

He gets up to leave. I feel rejected, but I don’t stop him this time. I’m tired, and he must be tired too.

He stands over me for a moment. His back is to me, so I can’t see his expression, but he seems unsure as he runs his fingers through his hair.

I stare at the back of his head, wondering what he’s thinking.

“Fuck,” I hear him mutter before he turns around and roughly kisses me.

The force almost knocks me backward, but he wraps his arm around me to keep me steady while his mouth explores mine.

He pushes his warm tongue between my lips as he presses himself into me, and I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck.

I lay flat on the bed while he hovers over my small figure, grinding into me, and the shorts he’s wearing offer little barrier to his restrained bulge.

He hardens against my inner thigh, and I suck in a breath while his hands roam all over me. His lips move to my neck, leaving red love marks as his signature.

I’m breathing heavily, and I can hear his ragged panting as well as we lose ourselves in each other.

The loose dress I’m wearing makes it easy for his hand to wander underneath and up to my bra, skillfully unhooking it and freeing my breasts.

He breaks the kiss, and I look up into his eyes as he kneels between my legs.

He bites his lip, and he holds my gaze while he slides one of the straps of my dress down my arm.

“You okay?” he asks, and I nod. But I’m anything but. My heart is pounding in my chest.

He repeats the process with the other strap, and I sit up to help him pull the dress down my body, baring my nakedness to his eyes.

His face turns a faint red as he tosses my dress aside, my red lace underwear with a black bow now the only thing covering me.

“So beautiful...,” he whispers, and I blush a deep red.

Blaze moves down the bed and settles on his stomach. I watch him, my brow furrowing in confusion.

He uses his teeth to tug at the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my thighs with ease. I swallow hard as he discards them with a flick of his hand.

Then, he grips my thighs with his warm hands, spreading them apart.

I gasp. “Blaze.”

~What is he up to?~ I’m unnerved by the proximity of his face.

“W-what are you doing?”

He doesn’t respond, at least not verbally. He lowers his head between my legs and it feels like he’s kissing me there. A gasp escapes me, and instinctively, I squeeze my thighs together.

He chuckles, a deep, rich sound, and grabs my legs again, looking up at me. “Don’t close your legs.”

“What are you doing?” I pant.

He repeats his actions, and I cover my face with my hands. This time, he reaches up to hold my arm. “Look at me. I want you to watch me.”

I find myself locked in his captivating gaze as he uses his mouth on the sensitive spot between my thighs. I feel like I’m floating out of my body as he explores me in the most intimate way.

It’s overwhelming, and my insecurities start to fade. My eyes grow heavy, and I can’t maintain eye contact. I tilt my head back against the bed and squeeze my eyes shut.

“Cum for me, baby,” he murmurs, and I shiver at the immediate reaction his words trigger in me.

A moan slips out, and I press my face into his pillow to muffle the sound. I can’t keep up, and soon, I’m spiraling toward that familiar edge.

“Blaze, I-I think—”

“Do it. Cum for me.”

At his command, I fall apart, my body shaking as if I’m feverish.

He doesn’t stop, coaxing every last tremor of my orgasm from me. He continues until I’m too sensitive to bear it and try to close my legs.

He rises to his knees, a crooked smile on his face as he watches me shudder from the aftershocks. My vision is blurry, and I can barely make out his form.

Then, I remember we’re not alone in the house, and fear creeps in.

“Blaze, your dad—”

“Don’t worry about that. He knew what he was getting us into.” He leans down and kisses me. “You taste so good. And your lips are so soft...both sets.”

He pulls back and looks into my eyes, then I feel his hand on my center. He’s touching me, and I twitch from the sensitivity.

He kisses the whimper from my lips and continues to stroke me. Teasing me. Playing with me.

“Do you still want to do this?” he whispers, meeting my eyes again. His fingers slow, concern etched on his face.

I nod. “Yes.”

“Your heart is racing...and you look so scared.”

“I’m okay. I want you...” I blush, and he smiles. Then, lust clouds his eyes again as he presses a finger against my opening. I wince at the slight sting.

“Does it hurt when I touch you like this?” he asks.

I bite my lip and nod.

“It’ll hurt more if we do it... Do you still want to?”

I can only nod again as he begins to stroke me. Slowly. Gently. He lowers his mouth to my chest, and I close my eyes as he takes a small bud between his lips.

“Do you take pills?” His voice is muffled against my skin, and I’m so lost in desire that I can barely understand him.

“Pills...?”

He grazes his teeth against the pink, rigid bud before his thumb circles my clitoris, making me shiver. “Yeah...the kind girls usually take.”

A bit of clarity breaks through my foggy mind, and I manage to give a disjointed answer. “N-no...I’m not sexually active, so I didn’t see the need...”

“Yet,” he corrects, smiling against my chest. “You’re not sexually active ~yet~.”

He reaches over to open his drawer and pulls out a small brown box. He gets off the bed, and I didn’t realize how warm his body had made me until he’s no longer on top of me.

He keeps his eyes on me as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down along with his boxers.

And then I see it. His arousal is on full display, and I blush at the sight.

It’s standing erect, and the size of it scares me, making me want to look away so I won’t change my mind.

He smiles and leans over me, cupping my jaw and warming me again. “Don’t look away. Look at it...it’s yours.”

I lower my gaze, and it doesn’t seem as intimidating as it did at first. But it’s still daunting.

“I won’t hurt you,” Blaze promises, and I look up at him again, managing a small smile.

He tears open the packet with his teeth, then places a hand beside my head as he rolls the condom onto himself, his hair tickling my face as he does.

When he looks up, he kisses me again, this time more gently and passionately than before.

I can feel his erection brushing against the inside of my thigh. It’s warm and unfamiliar, and I can’t stop my body from trembling.

Blaze smiles against my lips. “Are you sure you want this?”

I swallow hard. “Yes...”

“Tell me when to stop. If you don’t like it, we can, okay?”

I nod, fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins. He keeps his lust-filled eyes on me, and I hold his gaze as he positions himself between my legs.

I feel him at my entrance, and then slowly, but firmly, he pushes into me.

A jolt of pain shoots through my body as I feel myself stretching to accommodate him. It hurts more than I ever imagined, and I squeeze my eyes shut, gasping.

“Ah, fuck… You okay?” he pants, his biceps tensing as worry creases his flushed face.

I nod quickly, but the truth is, I’m not. The pain is so intense I feel like crying, running, or just pushing him off me.

“You’re not. I can tell.” He kisses my forehead. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head, suddenly at a loss for words. “D-don’t stop...”

“Okay...” He exhales deeply, then pushes further into me. The pain is so much worse this time that I can’t stop a tear from trickling down my cheek.

“Shit, you’re so tight. I feel like I’m hurting you.” He bites his bottom lip and lowers his head, sweat dripping from his slick hair onto his muscular chest.

He looks stunning under the lamplight, and it only intensifies my desire for him. So much so that I don’t want to stop—no matter how much it hurts.

He starts to pull away. “We should stop. I don’t want to hurt you—”

“No.” I grip his forearms tightly, my green eyes begging him not to leave. “Don’t stop. I want this. I want you...no matter how painful it is.”

His eyes light up with that beautiful emotion I love to see, and it seems to numb all the pain. Suddenly, the sensation of him inside me isn’t as uncomfortable as before.

He moves into me again, holding his weight above me, then he pulls out completely and thrusts back in. Burying himself inside of me.

A moan escapes my lips, and he places his other hand behind my head, noticing that each time he enters me, my head threatens to hit the headboard.

“You okay?” he checks, and I nod, unable to speak.

He starts to set a steady rhythm, moving like the waves of the ocean, back and forth, slowly and gently, as if he’s afraid I’ll break.

I can tell he’s keeping it slow just for me. He doesn’t want to hurt me, and my heart swells with so much love and gratitude for him.

The pain is still there, but it’s not as sharp as before, and I grip his arms tightly to cope, focusing on the growing pleasure and the captivating look in his eyes as they meet mine.

His lips kiss me all over as he moves inside of me, and my toes start to curl as pleasure overtakes the pain. Soon, all I can feel are his warm lips against my neck and his steady rhythm.

His pace quickens when he realizes I’m handling it well, and I dig my nails into his back.

“Wrap your thighs around me,” he rasps out. His breath is ragged as his muscles flex against his toned skin.

His lips meet mine as I lift my hips and wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper. He groans into my mouth, and I feel him harden even more inside me.

“Oh, fuck... You feel so good, Harmony.”

I respond with a moan of my own, our hearts pounding against our chests and our body heat creating a fiery blaze.

Sweat drips from both our bodies, and Blaze looks into my eyes as he enters me again and again, our skin sliding together.

“Shit...I love you so much, Harmony...” He rests his forehead against mine. “I love you so much...”

His declarations take me by surprise, but with my body racing toward its peak, I can’t think straight.

He thrusts into me, hard and firm, and my eyes roll back in my head.

“Ah, I love you too...,” I manage to say.

“Look at me, baby.”

I open my eyes to meet his as he drives into me, taking my sanity, my heart, my soul...everything. He’s taking everything.

The room fills with the loud sounds of our bodies colliding, our moans and groans, and our heavy breathing.

I can feel myself nearing that blissful edge, and Blaze sees it too, nodding quickly, pushing me closer.

“That’s it. Cum for me.” He circles his hips, going as deep as he can, and I almost lose myself as I desperately cling to the last shred of my sanity.

“Blaze...” I’m shaking uncontrollably, and he runs his fingers through my hair, thrusting into me relentlessly. Tearing me apart completely. His eyes never leaving mine for even a second.

And then it happens. I unravel beneath him, whimpering and thrashing and trembling. He doesn’t let up and keeps going while I ride the waves.

He follows soon after, with a soft groan as he hardens even more inside me.

His eyes are squeezed shut from the wave of pleasure washing over him, and then he relaxes on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed.

With hair plastered to our foreheads, we’re both gasping for breath. His sweat soaks my skin as he lays his head against my bare chest, his warm breath brushing against my body.

He’s heavy, but I don’t mind him lying on top of me like this.

This is the most precious moment of my life. I don’t regret it at all.

His eyes were filled with so much admiration and tenderness for me, and I wish I could have captured that moment and kept it with me forever.

This is the best feeling. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

His breathing gradually returns to normal, and he lifts himself, pulling out of me slowly. The sharp sting returns immediately, and I wince.

“Are you okay?” Worry creases his face as he disposes of the used condom in a bin by his bedside.

I cover myself with my hand. “Yeah...it’s just painful.”

He moves closer to me. “It’s your first time, so it will hurt for a little while, okay?” His tone is soft and caring.

I manage a smile, but it quickly fades when I notice the red spots on his gray sheets.

“Oh, God...I’ll get you another sheet. I’m so sorry.” I sit up, and Blaze smiles at me, cupping my face.

“It’s okay. No need to apologize. I’ll switch them out.”

A small smile tugs at my lips, my cheeks warming up. He leans in, pressing his lips to my forehead, and I close my eyes.

“I think I need a shower...,” I murmur.

He pulls back, grinning at me, his wet hair falling into his eyes. But I can still see the spark in them. “Want some company?”

Even after our intimate moment, his suggestion makes me blush. “I think I can manage on my own...”

He laughs, his hands resting on either side of me, his chin lifting. “Alright, but next time, you’re showering with me. Promise?”

~Next time~. The idea of us doing this again sends my heart racing.

He cups my face, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Promise me you’ll shower with me next time.”

I smile against his lips. “Okay, I promise...”

His lips curve into a smile, and he kisses my forehead. “Good.”

“I’ll shower after you.” He grins at me before leaning back on his bed, hands behind his head.

I bite my lip, reaching for my dress on the floor, but he beats me to it, snatching it up with a smirk.

“Blaze.”

“Don’t put it on. Walk to the bathroom just like that.”

I blink at him. “Give me my dress...”

“Nope. I want to see you.”

“You just saw me...and you’re still seeing me now.” I cross an arm over my chest, and he smirks.

“Mm. But I want to watch you walk to the bathroom. Without clothes.”

I know it’s pointless to argue; he won’t give me my dress. I stare at him for a moment before slowly rising from the bed. His eyes roam over me, lingering on my most private parts.

He grins, raising his eyebrows, and I turn away, rushing to the bathroom. His laughter follows me as I shut the door behind me.

***

The warm bath soothes the ache between my legs. As I sink into the soapy water, my mind drifts back to what Blaze said in the heat of the moment.

~”I love you so much, Harmony.”~

Did he mean it? It’s hard to tell. The heat of the moment can make you say all sorts of things.

But I hope he meant it, because I meant it when I said it back.

I really do love him, which is why I gave him everything. All of me.

When I finally step out of the shower, the sheet has been replaced with a black one, and Blaze is sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. I smile to myself as I get dressed and make my way over to him.

I slide into bed next to him, propping my head up on my hand and studying his peaceful face.

He groans and rolls onto his side, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me against his bare chest.

“Mm...Harmony...,” he mumbles, his eyes still closed, and his sleepy voice makes my smile widen.

“Yeah?”

“Are you feeling better?” His crystal-blue eyes slowly open, meeting mine, and it’s like looking into a whole new universe. They’re breathtaking.

“Better?”

“Yeah...down there.”

I nod. “Yeah...I’m feeling a bit better.”

His eyes close again, and he pulls me closer, pressing his forehead to mine. “Thank God. I was worried I hurt you.”

I smile.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs sleepily.

“For what?”

“For being an asshole. For yelling at you and kicking you out of my car... For getting mad about that picture. It just...it pissed me off that Kite saw you naked.

“You mean everything to me, Harmony...more than you know,” he mumbles.

A wide grin spreads across my face, and I wrap my arm around his waist, snuggling closer to him. “It’s okay, Blaze... It’s okay.”

He groans softly, and I feel his body relax against me with a sigh. I can tell he feels at home.

I want to ask if he meant what he said earlier, but I’m scared to. Still, my curiosity gets the better of me, so I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“Blaze? Um...did you mean it when you said you loved me?”

I wait for a response, but none comes. I open my eyes to find him fast asleep. His lips are slightly parted, his breathing even.

I smile. Whether he heard me or not, it doesn’t matter. The answer means nothing because his actions mean everything.