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Ten *

Harry's lips are flushed against mine, working against them and it takes me a moment to register before I'm pushing back, practically forcing my tongue into his mouth. He groans and accepts my force, pulling my body closer to him. There's one thick layer between us, that being my dressing gown but as Harry grabs at my body he huffs. In one clean movement, he bends to hook his hands under my knees and holts me into the air. My legs are forced to wrap around his waist, arms locked behind his head as I try not to break the intense kiss. His hands find my ass under the dressing gown and the way he moans literally makes me wet, he gropes and massages the flesh and I can't help but try grind against him. His teeth nibble at my bottom lip as I feel him taking steps, I pull my head up for a second to see him heading for the stairs.

"First door." I speak through kisses. "At the top, on the right." I smash our lips together, we're one big mess of lips, tongue and teeth. His broot strength manages to carry me all the way to the top with ease and without breaking away, he kicks open my door that I had left ajar and waltzes right on in.

Parting from our kiss, he places me back on the ground however with all the lust flooding my body my legs grow weak and I have to keep a tight grip on his biceps. He just smirks down at me realising how weak I truly am.

He turns, shuts my door and turns the lock and then when he faces me again, I briefly don't recognise the man before me. He looks hungry. The way he eyes my covered body and stalks towards me.

I can't help but gulp as I take steps backwards until I hit the end of my bed, falling backwards until I'm sat before him. My hands sit back on the mattress holding me up and he comes to stand between my spread legs. I instantly regret that when I want to squeeze my legs together but I can't.

Reaching forward, his thumb and forefinger firmly grab my chin and hoist my head further up, not that I wasn't already looking up at him as I can't take my eyes off of his. His thumb travels up towards my bottom lip, strumming it slightly and I see his mouth open, a growl escaping from him.

Slowly, his thumb pushes at my lips, asking for entry, although his eyes aren't on mine anymore, they're burning at my lips. I part them cautiously, then with ease, he slips his thumb into my mouth. I'm not experienced in any way to perform sexually. I had sex in university a handful of times, tried sucking dick but didn't like it and that is as far as my practices go.

But right now, somehow, my instincts tell me to suck on his thumb and I do exactly that. I suck it in deeper, taking it to the knuckle and then swirling my tongue around. His eyes then move to mine that haven't left his and I watch as they roll to the back of his head, a moan leaving those swollen lips and I have to stop everything in me from jumping at him right about now.

"Zuri, if you don't want this to happen I need you to say so right the fuck now because I'm about 3 seconds away from ripping that damn robe from your body." He hisses, I can tell he doesn't mean it in a harsh tone but however, it is painful for him to have any restraint right now.

Do I really want this? There is no going back. Once I've slept with him, I have basically sold my soul to the devil. I will have had sex with the one thing I detested ever since that fateful night. And I can't stop from thinking, there is nothing more I want than this. Right now. With harry.

I let his thumb pull out of my mouth,

"Fuck me, Harry." It's barely a whisper, but he hears it and his shoulder relax as his head falls back.

With that, he yanks me up by my waist, pinning me to his firm chest. Our lips meet once more in a passionate and greedy kiss, as his hands find the tie of my robe and pulls on them until it hangs loose. I'm so glad I didn't get changed or even change into some different underwear. I know I look sexy and that is the only thing fuelling this newfound confidence right about now.