Make My Heart Believe a Lie

Chapter 51

✨ Awakened Hearts 2 ✨

Flora Pov

Flora had never felt anything like this before. Every glance, every brush of his hand, sent a jolt through her she couldn’t put into words. Her heart pounded, her breath caught in her chest, and yet, despite the nervous trembling, she felt safer than she had ever felt in her life. Nasir leaned close, his eyes soft but intense, and the warmth of him pressed against her made everything else fade.

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” Flora whispered, voice barely audible, her fingers brushing along his arm. She could feel the electricity between them, a pull that made her ache to be closer.

Nasir smiled, resting his forehead against hers. “I know,” he murmured. “And I want you to feel everything—every moment, every heartbeat—without fear. I’ll be here. Always.”

She trembled, trying to contain herself, trying to focus on just being in the moment. But it was impossible. Every small movement of his hands, every brush of his lips near hers, made her pulse race. She leaned into him, letting herself melt against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart sync with hers.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered, cupping her cheek. “I’ll take care of you.”

Flora closed her eyes, letting herself sink into him. The way he held her, the way he made her feel wanted and cherished—it ignited something inside her she hadn’t known existed. She laughed nervously, her fingers tangling in his hair as he brushed strands from her face.

Breathlessly, though her cheeks were burning.

He chuckled softly, pulling her closer. “Only because you let me be,” he replied. “You’re irresistible, and I want to savor every second with you.”

He entered her with slow, steady movements, each motion deep and deliberate, as if he were imprinting the moment into both of them.

"Breath baby breath" he chokes out.

"I'm not moving, I'm not going to move until you get comfortable" he groans closing his eyes as if he was deeply concentrating. Nasir opens and closes his mouth letting out whiffs of breath. She looked up at his face taking in all of this intimate moment with her man.

Her hands wandered over his shoulders, across his chest, and every time she did, he responded with a warmth that made her knees weak. She wanted to press herself closer, to feel even more of the connection, but he guided her gently, letting her explore without rushing, without taking more than she was ready to give.

"Patients baby. I don't want to hurt you."

“I… I don’t know what to do with all this,” she admitted, cheeks flushing.

“Then feel it with me,” he whispered, brushing his lips along her temple, then down her cheek. “You tell me when it’s too much, and I’ll stop. But I promise you, I won’t let you go.”

As she got comfortable he went all the way in and stopped again. There was a lot of pressure as her wall broke adjusting to his length. Nasir closes and opens his eyes taking a sharp breath through his nose like he was on strain with the face he makes.

She closed her eyes. She felt him in her. Huge, strong, hard and intense. Flora stiffened.

He moved into her slowly, deep and deliberate, every stroke connecting them closer, letting the rhythm speak the words they couldn’t say.

"Am I hurting you," she asks as pleasure surge through them.

He shook her head. "You can never hurt me.," he said.

Flora closed her eyes and tilt her head forward and pressed her lips to his. Her tongue entered his mouth and she kissed him with all the passion she felt. Her hands glides through his hair and pressed him closer to her.

It wasn’t gentle at first. It was the kind of kiss built from weeks of restraint, from words left unsaid and moments they had both tried to ignore. His hand came up to cradle her face as if he needed to be certain she was real.

The kiss deepened—not rushed, not careless, but full of something raw and overwhelming. Every bit of longing, every moment he had forced himself to step back, poured into that single connection.

It was the kind of kiss that made your chest ache.

For a brief moment it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of them, breathing the same air, holding onto something fragile and powerful.

A kiss so passionate it almost made her want to cry.

"Look at me Flora. See what we are doing." Nasir whispered.

She opened her eyes and couldn't put into words the expression on his face.

Flora’s breath caught, and she pressed closer to him, letting herself be held. The intensity of the moment—the closeness, the teasing, the laughter and shyness—made everything else disappear. In his arms, she could finally let herself feel every emotion, every desire, without fear. And in that quiet intimacy, their hearts spoke louder than words ever could.

Nasir’s hands lingered on her back, tracing comforting patterns, while his eyes never left hers. Every smile she gave, every nervous laugh, only deepened his own longing. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, then traced her jaw with gentle attention, letting her know, without a word, that she was cherished, adored, and safe.

He moved into her deep and slow, each stroke measured, savoring the closeness between them.

They stayed like that for a long while, wrapped in each other, breathing together, hearts beating in sync. The slow burn between them was almost unbearable, but it was perfect—each touch, each glance, each whisper of affection building a connection neither had experienced before. Flora could feel it stirring in her chest, a mix of awe, longing, and love, while Nasir held back his desire to let her lead, wanting every moment to be theirs, shared and savored.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered. Resting his head against hers, the slow smile on his lips reassuring her in a way words never could.

Flora let herself believe that passion didn’t have to rush, that love didn’t have to frighten her, and that desire could exist alongside trust, tenderness, and intimacy. And in that shared quiet, surrounded by each other, everything else—the world, the fears, the past—faded into nothing.

Flora lay beside him, chest still rising and falling unevenly, the quiet hum of their shared breath filling the small room. The sheets were tangled around them, but she did not care.

“I… I never told anyone about this,” she whispered, voice barely louder than the shadows. His fingers traced a path along her hip, hesitant, before resting just below her navel. The faint scar there was pale against her warm skin, a ghost of a past she had long tried to forget.

Nasir shifted closer without speaking, his hand brushing against hers, instinctively, gently.

“Why would you tell anyone?” he asked softly, his voice careful, deliberate, as if he feared that saying her name too loudly might break her.

Flora shrugged, unsure if it was courage or recklessness that made her speak. “Because… I wanted you to know me. All of me. Even the parts I hide.”

He studied her in silence for a moment, then leaned down, fingertips tracing a soft, lazy circle over the scar at her hip. The motion was so delicate, so careful, that it made her shiver. His touch traveled lower, just below her navel, and she felt a warmth bloom in her chest, a quiet, unspoken reassurance.

“You survived this,” he murmured. “And here you are. Whole, despite it all.”

Flora turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes. For the first time, the shame she had carried with the mark felt distant, as if his hands had drawn it out of her, replaced it with something gentler.

Nasir leaned closer, forehead resting against hers, breath mingling. “I won’t let it define you,” he whispered. “I see you. Not what was done to you, but what you’ve become.”

And for the first time, lying there in the quiet aftermath of both their bodies and hearts, Flora felt seen—not as someone broken, not as someone controlled—but as someone allowed to exist entirely, without apology, without fear, without restraint.

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Flora lay curled against Nasir’s side, the quiet wrapping around her like a blanket the next morning. She hadn’t realized how tense she usually was until now—how her shoulders normally stayed lifted, how her breath came shallow. Here, with him, her body had finally remembered how to rest.

She shifted, then laughed softly, a nervous little sound. “This is going to sound… strange,” she said.

Nasir glanced down at her. “I’m listening.”

She hesitated, then admitted, “I feel safe. Like… actually safe.” She tilted her head back to look at him, eyes bright with something shy and almost playful. “It’s very inconvenient, by the way. I might get used to it.”

A corner of his mouth lifted. “That’s dangerous.”

“I know.” She smiled, then wrinkled her nose.

“My body doesn’t know what to do. It keeps waiting for something bad to happen. Or for someone to yell. Or for me to mess it up.” She paused, then added lightly, “So if I suddenly flinch at nothing, just pretend I’m being dramatic.”

Nasir’s arm tightened around her, steady and sure. “You’re allowed to be dramatic.”

She laughed again, softer this time, and tucked her face into his chest. “Good. Because I think my nervous system is throwing a party and no one sent me the invite.”

He pressed a kiss to her hair. Flora closed her eyes, breathing him in, letting the moment stretch. For once, she didn’t feel like she had to run, or hide, or plan three steps ahead.

For once, she was just… safe.

And that feeling—new, fragile, and precious—was something she wanted to hold onto for as long as she could.