on her clit.
I lift myself higher, demanding, “I want to see your face.”
Hana’s eyes lock on mine, and a poignant expression makes it look like she’s about to cry from the intensity. I clench my teeth as I rub her harder, and then Hana’s lips part. She stops breathing, not making a sound. I watch as her features tighten and her body convulses beneath me.
I drink the moment in, savoring every second.
As she begins to come down from her orgasm and her breaths explode over her lips, I push my finger deep inside her pussy, and I grip her hard. “Your first kiss is mine. Your first touch is mine. Your first orgasm is mine.” I lower my head as I keep her eyes imprisoned. “You. Are. Mine.”
Hana nods. “Yours.”
Love? No love has nothing on what I’m feeling right now. Hana now holds my soul. She’s become the angel to my demon. She’s the only one who can keep the monster in me at bay.
Pulling my hand out of her panties, I glance down and seeing the red stain of blood, a possessive grin spreads over my face. I bring my hand up and locking eyes with Hana, I suck my finger into my mouth before I say, “Your virginity is mine.”
She stares at me, and I expect her to react in horror, but then she slowly lifts her head and presses a tender kiss to my mouth before she whispers, “Thank you.”
Chapter 10
HANA
Tristan is my first love.
What I feel for him consumes my thoughts.
Sitting in class, I keep thinking of last night. How gentle he was with me. How focused he was on me.
It feels like we’ve created our own world where no one else exists. It makes it hard to be away from him.
I struggle to focus on my work, my friends, my family.
There’s only Tristan.
“Hana,” Fallon shakes my shoulder. “Earth to Hana.”
I shake my head as I return to everyday life. “Yes?”
“I walked by and saw you just sitting here. Class is over.” Fallon sits down, her eyes searching over my face. “Is something wrong?”
I shake my head. I haven’t shared anything with my best friend about my relationship with Tristan. Leaning back against the chair, I say, “I love Tristan.”
Surprise washes over Fallon’s face. “When? How?”
“I’ve been seeing him since the end of the summer break.” I let out a chuckle. “If you ask him, I’m sure he’ll tell you we’ve been dating since the Christmas event last year. I asked him to give me time, and he did.” A soft smile curves my lips. “He’s… Tristan’s…” I struggle to find the right words. “He’s intense but gentle. He’s demanding but patient. He’s… perfect.”
A smile blossoms on Fallon’s face, and she pulls me into a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve this.” Fallon shifts back, and her eyes meet mine again.
“Don’t tell the others.” A frown begins to form on her face. “It’s just… it’s all still so new, and I’m not ready to share it with the world yet.”
Immediately her lips curve up again. “I understand. It’s the same with Kao and me.”
Kao and Fallon have been dancing around each other for a while now. I really hope they make it official soon.
When we hug again, I whisper, “I’m so happy, Fallon. I didn’t know anything like this existed.”
We pull apart, and Fallon asks, “Like what?”
“To connect with someone on such a deep level.” I shake my head. “It’s like we’re in our own little world.”
“I know what you mean,” she whispers. She gives my arm a squeeze and stands up. “Time for lunch.”
“Yes.” I gather my stuff and walk out of the lecture hall with her.
Fallon hooks her arm through mine and lets out a chuckle. “Who would’ve thought you and Tristan would end up together. My bet was on Noah.”
Noah’s one of our friends we share the suite with.
I let out a burst of laughter. “Noah and I are just friends.”
“I know.” She gives my arm a hug. “But I’m glad you’re with Tristan. As long as he’s good to you.”
“He is,” I assure her.
My phone begins to ring, and I dig it out of my bag. Seeing Tristan’s name on the screen, a smile splits over my face.
“Speaking of the devil.” I grin as I answer, “Hi.”
“Hey, beautiful,” he murmurs. “How’s your day?”
“Good, and yours.” Fallon waves at me and walks away to give me privacy. I go to a nearby tree and sit down on the grass.
“Boring,” he