Trapped

Everything had changed since the year 2028. Towns and cities were trashed. What happen to the people? They had to fight for their own lives. Had to scurry far away from the towns and wouldn't even dare step foot into the cities. That's where it all goes downhill. You step in the city but there's no way of coming out. Either you are dead or Trapped. Doesn't matter which one you've end yourselves in you've walked into the darkest depths of darkness. But who knows she might be the lucky one and leave the place unharmed. Unless she cross his path, then there's no way of getting away. Not even a glance. You can't escape him. No one can.

"It's not a dream, it's called Reality"

This one quote changed all of Dayana's thoughts every piece of every one of them. They all went down the waterfall where they could never be grasp again.

Go ahead and read this story if you wanna know what drastic change Dayana had in her life. Was it for the better or for the worst? You'll find out in "Trapped."

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36. Ch.35 |Trapped (h.s)

 

*warning contains sexual content* 

Dayana's POV:

As we walked up the stairs, a voice halted the both of us. 

"Hey, Daya. Could I please talk with you? Alone." Came Blake's voice. Halting to a stop I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want to talk to him at the moment. What he had said was still fresh in my mind. Feeling my hand being squeezed, I looked up to Harry. He gave me a small smile and a nod of the head. He pulled me close to him giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Go. You know how much this pains you not to be on good terms with him. He's your brother. Go on, love. I'll be in my room waiting. I'll be waiting for you there. Don't be long.." He whispered in my ear.

"I should go, right." I nodded my head, heaving a sigh. Begrudgingly, I stepped away from Harry and walked towards my room. Taking that as his cue to follow me we both began to descend the stairs to my room. 

Opening the door, I stepped inside standing in the middle. Blake closed the door after him, when he stepped in himself. Not giving him time to think what he would say I said "Talk." 

Sighing, I knew he was running his hands over his face. He always did that when he was stressed or felt guilty. "I want to apologize with my behavior back at Asker's house. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. It's just that.. With everything that's been happening. It's finally began to take its toll on me. I didn't mean anything of what I said. I said those words out of hate. Hate towards myself. Because I couldn't even keep my promise towards mother. I couldn't fucking protect my own little sister. I've been a fucking coward. I couldn't even keep my promise." Blake's voice cracked with so much emotion. It pained my heart to hear him like that, but he had to know that what he said effected me so much, that it would take more then just an apology from him. He had to show me that be believed me. He had to proved that he could defined what was good from bad. By doing bad he had to begin to trust in Harry. 

Turning around to face him, my eyes softened a bit at his sight. But quickly masked my emotions and gave him a blank expression. Sighing he knew I wouldn't give in easy. He knew that what he had said would take more then his apology. "I won't say it's all okay, and that I forgive you. Cause I'd be lying to you and myself. It hurt. It hurt so much what you said. After everything you and I went through, you still went and said those awful things to me. But I am willing to forgive you." I quickly spoke again seeing his face with relief. "But on one condition." 

His face instantly sadden but he masked it quickly and gave me a stern nod ready to do whatever I told him. "You have to give Harry a chance and trust that he is not what he portrays himself to be. He's not that person, give him a chance to explain himself. That's all I'm asking of you." I spoke, not bating a lash when he took his time to think it over. Eventually he nodded his head, agreeing with my condition. "Thank you and I love you." I said surprising him by giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek. 

"I'm so sorry. I love you too." He spoke and kissed my forehead. Giving him one last hug, I made my way back to Harry's room. 

The lights were out once I stepped inside Harry's room. Leaving his room in complete darkness, except for the small light coming from the window which casted a soft glow towards the bed. His silhouette laid, peacefully, calm, his defined back was for once relief from its tense state. Approaching him with noiseless steps, I kneeled besides his figure. Skimming my fingers lightly on his cheek, I sighed. He was beautiful. At first glance he seemed like a sinister person, but that's what he wanted you to see. But looking closely, you could just how afraid he was. Afraid of the world just like every other person is. Who wouldn't, looking behind your back every time you step out into the towns or cities, trying to survive without being trapped by unwanted people. The cities were the worst, you stepped a foot in there, there was no wha of coming out of it live. That's what it was left to, fear the world and its people in it. You couldn't confined on anyone, because they all only wanted one thing, death. I had long ago lost all hope in becoming happy. There's was nothing that could make me feel that warm feeling I once felt. It had vanished just like my parents and the world. Put looking at this man, who laid with so much passion, so much power, I was beginning to feel that warmth again. He wasn't like any other men, he was better, stronger, powerful then anybody else and I was slowly but fully falling for him. I couldn't stop my heart as it picked up its beat at his presence, his touch. The feeling he brought with himself was overwhelming it left me breathless. He could make me feel so many emotions, emotions I never thought I'd ever feel again, it gave me whiplash. He had his flaws, but who didn't. 

"I know I'm not suppose to be feeling this way. But can you really blame me. Your no good for me, but I'm not either. I'm drawn to you like a moth is drawn to a light. Your pulling me in into the darkest depths. I don't mind, cause I'm no better then you. I myself have my own shadow. Call me selfish, but I just can't let you go. I feel alive when I'm with you, I feel so many emotions that I haven't felt in so long. So, I'm not sorry for falling in love with you. Cause that's what I feel. I'm in love with you Harry." I whispered, tears gliding down my cheeks. 

Leaning down to press my lips to his cheek, you could assume just how surprised I was to feel his soft plump lips against my own. It scared me to death, that I even left out a gasp in surprise. But he took this as the opportunity to plunge in his tongue inside my mouth. Caressing it with my own, I left out a moan . At this point I was not embarrassed. This is what I want. This is who I need. Parting apart, I saw his eyes a darker shade, dilated. Filled with so much want and need. Standing up from where he laid, he took my hand and pulled me towards the window were the moon casted a soft glow on our bodies. Pulling me closer to him, our chest heaved up and down. Looking at him from under my lash. I waited for him to say something. 

"We're one fucking selfish bastards." He huskier voice rasped through the silent room. "I love you." My eyes gleamed with happiness at, he felt the same way I did. Standing on my toes I leaned in to give him a kiss. Meeting me half way, our lips sync into their rhythm.  

Our bodies begin to move, him guiding me backwards but not once parting our lips. I felt the soft texture of the silky sheets against my legs. Slowly pushing my body down, I was met with the rest of the silk sheets. Harry hovered over me, breath ragged and chest heaving. Harry rested his forehead against my own. Splaying my fingers against his shoulder muscles, I sighed. I could feel a warm liquid heat on my lower part. It was a strange feeling to me. "Harry.. I." 

"I know baby. I'll be easy on you. I'll guide you." He rasped out, eyes filled with lust. Nodding my head I let him guide me through this. I watched as his strong, powerful body moved toward me. He looked almost predatory like an animal closing in unto its prey. 

His soft lips pressed hot wet kisses against my throat. Moaning at the feeling I arched my neck to the side giving him more access to it. His face moved to nibble at my earlobe, his shallow breaths betrayed him from his tenuous hold on his self-control. He always had control, but not this time. His head moved down to my chest. Nipping at my breasts against my clothed figure he trailed further down to my stomach leaving heated kisses. His hands slipped under my shirt lifting it up so his lips could leave more hot wet kisses. My skin shuddered in delight at the feeling. Leaving my heart to begin to hammer against my ribs when I felt his fingers began to unbutton her jeans. He pulled them down to my thighs pulling my legs one by one out of them. He was kneeled, his lips came in contact with my calves and began to travel up. I could feel his hot breath against my thighs as he bit the inside of them. I let out a moan, unable to stop myself. This was all fucking new to me.

Pulling me into a sitting position he began to pull off my shirt, leaving me in only my undergarments. I heard him suck in a breathe. Was he disappointed of me? Of how I looked? At the thoughts I covered my chest with my arms. I couldn't compete with the girls here, I had a small chest nothing to brag about. But I couldn't change that, this is who I was. I was simple, nothing extravagant. Shaking his head he pulled my arms away from my chest letting them fall to my sides. "Don't. Your fucking beautiful. Don't hide from me." He rasped out, nodding my head I let him slip my bra strap from my shoulder, leaving kisses afterwards. I moaned feeling his teeth graze my neck, biting down, no doubt leaving marks. 

"Harry. I–" I moaned out. His kiss stopped me from saying anymore. He pulled away and reached towards the nightstand. He yanked out a drawer open and pulled out s condom. "Hold on, baby." Long gone were our clothes, they laid on the floor scattered around. 

I watched him with breathless anticipation as he rolled the latex item over his turgid member. Half way through he process I couldn't wait any longer, leaning upward I kissed his chest. He left out a moan, almost collapsing on top of me. Supporting himself on one forearm, he ran his free hand up and down my thigh to my knee. Kneeling in between he spread my legs apart wider and left up my leg. 

"Harry." 

"Dayana." He whispered in trance when he filled me in. A gasp left my parted lips, he was big, really big. A small cried left not a minute after, but soon was replaced by a pleasured one. Waiting for me to get adjusted to him, I sighed and nodded. He trusted slowly inside of me, he lowered his face to my shoulder. I could hear every groan every time he thrusted. With a choked moan I held onto his hips. He pulled back, then slowly filled me in again, stretching me inch by inch, slowly, sensually. My body was filled with so much emotion. Gripping my hips with his larger hands, he thrust deeper, going hard. My back began to arch off the bed as he began to quickened his pace. 

Tension, coiled low deep inside me, building with each thrust. I could feel his muscles grow tense under my hands as I dug my nails into his skin, forming long lines down his chiseled flesh. Sweat was forming on his forehead, his long wavy hair sticking to his face. Pulling in for a kiss, savouring the taste and feeling of his lips. Rough and soft. A strange contrast between both. But that was Harry for you. With one last brutal thrust, he collapsed unto my body with a groan as mine was muffled against his shoulder. 

Our chest heaved up and down in sync. I held onto him to me on the bed. He was all I need. Every part of him and he had just given that to me. Closing my eyes, I cuddled him to my body, our hearts beating fast. The girl that I once was never would have thought of doing such physical contact with a guy, but this woman who laid underneath a fully grown man had thought otherwise and she felt not regret about doing so. 

Still panting Harry nuzzles my neck. His voice was husky as he traced my cheeks with his fingertips. "I love you." I hugged him closer to my body nuzzling my face to his neck. I gave him a small peck, pulling away, I looked him in the eyes. Is eyes held sincerity. 

He loved me. 

Smiling I whispered against his lips. 
"I love you."

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A/NHopefully this makes up for my lack of updatingHope you all enjoy!!

Please excuse my grammatical errorsThank you

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