Blackmailed For Love

I lit the candles around the room and checked the flowers and all the gifts I had bought for her, some I made myself.

There were a total of sixteen of them for her sixteenth birthday.

I knew she had been busy with her mother and my brother for the entire day, celebrating her birthday with them.

I had sent them all to a carnival that was being held in the village nearby so Elsa could enjoy her day with the people that mattered to her.

She wanted me too to be there with her, but I couldn't.

Our ages made it difficult to be seen together in public unless someone recognised the untamed emotions we felt for each other.

I had tried to keep my distance, I had fûcking tried.

But she was relentless in her pursuit and when I saw those fat tears in her big blue eyes I couldn't hold back anymore.

And now it had been more than a month now, and Elsa had been nothing but persistent to chip away at the last of my walls.

It was so fucking hard to keep my hands off her when she would lie down beside me and deliberately let her hands roam around my body like it was a playground or a map she wanted to see and measure.

1 The only thing I had allowed myself to have was to kiss her.

And that too I refrained from doing too much or else I would lose myself in her.

She tasted so fucking sweet.

Like innocence and sin and my downfall.

I knew no matter how much I kept my control I was playing with fire but still I couldn't not follow her siren call.

And it wasn't just her beauty and the forbidden factor, no, my little girl might be just sixteen but she had an old soul.

She understood me more than anyone could.

She listens to me.

it when my

darkness needs to be brightened by

understands how much she meant to

person who had understood me like that, my Dad, who died

someone killed

more on how to numb her pain and the closest shoulder

door opened before I could slip into my dark thoughts and Elsa stepped inside, bringing everything

around the room, reflecting the candle lights and then with

opened my arms and caught her in a tight

my balance shifted from the force of our collision and I whispered, "Happy Birthday, my

"Thank you, Kristian."

between her hands and

always hungry for me and I wished for the day when

my god, I knew

looks so

roses and all the gifts and the two

you will be surprised what I can do once you turn

her sun kissed

behind my words as

her cheek and brushing another soft

my hair as she demanded,

"Little girl…"

I began.

She cut me off.

it's

my hands and said, "You know

down on

you ask me something that could put us both

She shook her head.

understand how you could not want

her hand

boys always want it? Maybe you do not want me… You are just amusing yourself with