These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends [h.s.]

Chapter 28

Harry

Fuck, my back was killing me. I rose from the ground, dragging my hands down my face, trying to make sense of my surroundings.

My mouth was dry with a faint taste of cum and then I remembered last night. Alex was passed out on the ground completely naked while a pool of saliva lingered from the corner of her mouth.

"I fucked you good, didn't I?" I spoke to myself grinning, flashbacks of our sex circulating my mind.

Just as I was about to tug her shoulder, I stopped myself from waking her for the first time. She looked too comfortable, laying there on the ground and I couldn't help but think that she might've been freezing last night.

After grabbing her robe, I placed it over her body so when she wakes up she wouldn't be shy and embarrassed.

Nothing to be embarrassed about though, she was so naturally fucking beautiful. Everything about her was mesmerizing, from the scars on her skin to the patched wound on her lower stomach that's seemed to have been healing.

Her adorable button nose, captivating blue eyes, small yet delicate hands....

What the fuck.

I shake these reoccurring thoughts from my head and jogged to the bedroom to fetch the duvet after brushing my teeth.

The robe didn't seem like it was enough coverage and I wanted to make sure she had everything she needed and that she was warm and comfortable when she woke up.

After tucking her inside the blanket, I laid down next to her on the floor, staring at her while she released a pattern of heavy breaths.

I wonder what she was dreaming about.

It's been so long since I've dreamt a dream, like a real fucking dream. All I see when I close my eyes are the violent memories haunting the darkest parts of my mind.

This was a rare sight, me being jealous of a girl having the ability to dream.

What the hell is happening to me? Why did I get her a fucking blanket to make sure she would be okay?

I don't give a shit about that stuff and she's a fucking fool if she thinks I'll do this again.

This was a one time thing, that's all.

What am I even saying, she's asleep, she doesn't know what I did.

"Get a fucking grip, Harry." I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

God, my head hurts. I guess that's what I deserve for mixing my meds with whiskey. I swear, one day I won't wake up if I keep doing this.

I don't even want to wake up.

I push my thoughts to the side, exhaling a loud sigh before snuggling closer into Alex.

My hand reaches out to her and I catch myself running my fingers through the mess of her long brown hair.

A tingling ping knots my stomach as I relive the feeling of her threading her hands through my hair last night. It's been so long since anyone has done that to me.

I mean, during sex girls have definitely tugged and yanked my hair, but not Alex....instead she took her time comforting me with such small affections.

I just wanted to return the favor, even if she doesn't know, it'll make me feel better.

My eyes fixate on her swollen lips and I remembered how she sucked me off, balls and everything. Fuck, that was one of the best head I've ever had and I've had my fair share.