Illusion

Chapter 31

Avery's POV

'You're mine.'

My heart is beating fast, my body still floating from my high, but everything inside me freezes as his gravelly voice leaves his glistening lips.

My eyes blink wide, not being able to process what just happened. Did we really just do that? His mouth is still resting against mine, causing my lips to heat from the delicate contact. I watch hypnotised as his lips slowly curl into a sultry smirk, a dimple popping in his cheek.

His sweaty curls are slicked back, his skin shining in the soft moonlight illuminating the room, causing my body to flush from the image. I'm suddenly extremely aware of his arm still wrapped under my ass, my thighs wrapped tightly around his waist.

I shift slightly in his arms, and he carefully lowers me back to my feet, my legs still feeling slightly unsteady. His hand presses into my hip as I lean back against the wall, feeling as he takes a slow step towards me, causing our chests to brush together.

His head dips down, his mouth finding my ear in the semi-darkness. His throat vibrates as he hums lowly, his lips placing a wet open mouthed kiss on my heated skin. Almost as if his voice were a touch, his words caress my skin delightfully, sending a rush through my body. 'God you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that for.'

An audible gasp leaves my swollen lips, my head spinning from my high and his words. Did he really mean that? Swallowing around nothing, I watch frozen as he takes a step back, finally allowing me to breathe. My mouth opens, but whatever precious thought I try to conjure on my tongue seizes in my throat, leaving me gaping stupidly.

What do I even want to say?

Oh Harry, me too! You may be arrogant and rude, but I've never met anyone like you. All I want to do is tangle my fingers in your curls and let you do whatever you please with me. I'm yours. Take me.

Yeah there's no way I can say that.

I glance down at the ground, letting a flustered smile overcome my lips at the thought of telling him how I really feel.

Jesus Avery. Get a grip. I shouldn't be thinking about him like this. He's caused me nothing but trouble. Danger follows him everywhere he turns. Becoming too close with him can only lead to getting hurt.

I glance back up to see him looking at me with lust in his eyes, his top sticking to his sweaty chest. A moan threatens to leave my throat and I quickly suppress it. You shouldn't have kissed him, now you've just made everything harder on yourself. I really need to get out of here. Like, now.

Without a word, I lean off the wall, quickly walking to the door. Right as my hand begins reaching for the handle, I feel an arm wrap around my waist, drawing me into his chest. His hand suddenly slides down my stomach, his head nestling into my shoulder as he runs his cool fingers over my exposed skin. His curls brush my neck as his hand reaches the still-open zipper on my jeans, his other hand looping around me. I feel the warm exhale of his breath cascade over my shoulder as his fingers teasingly slide the metal closed, before gently re-doing my button.

'Careful baby. Can't let anyone see that.'

My breath is hitched in my throat, and for some reason I feel more anxious then when I was actually kissing him. If I stand here any longer I don't know what I'll do. He's cast some spell over me and I hadn't realised I was under it until I was too far gone.

I need to leave. I've screwed up royally, because getting involved with someone as deadly as Harry will not end well for either of us. But all I want is for his hands to stay on my body, for his scent to continue to ruin my senses till the only thing I can smell is mint, and the only thing I can taste is his skin. My mind is a mess, and Harry's lips brushing my arch is quite possibly the most seductive, yet terrifying, thing I've ever experienced.